Deadboy and the Elephantmen Lyrics
Walking Stick

Revelation for
around your Sunday dress

The soul out of a smouldering wretch
Oh, but for sleep, there's nothing left
Oh, but for sleep, there's nothing left
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Twisting walking stick
Been all up and down this strip
The soul out of a smouldering wretch
Oh, but for sleep, there's nothing left

The witch is on fire
She can't regret the day of
repenting now that the stars have left