Stephen Stanley

Taking It Back

Stephen Stanley


I was a rebel son
A gasoline heart with a match on my thumb
Darkness scratching at my feet
Whispering in my ear everything that I need

There were some years that God devoured by locusts
There were some days that it looked a little worse than hopeless
Everything the devil thought he had
Oh, right now, I'm taking it back
I'm taking it back

My demons got me running out of patience
They think they got me with some faulty allegations
But guess who's got the last laugh
Oh, my my, I'm taking it back
I'm taking it back

Consentimento de cookies

Este site usa cookies ou tecnologias semelhantes para aprimorar sua experiência de navegação e fornecer recomendações personalizadas. Ao continuar a usar nosso site, você concorda com nossos Políticas de Privacidade