The Bled

Get Up You Son Of A Bitch, 'Cause Mickey Loves Ya

The Bled


The telephone swallowed the child. 
This is the last time I say your name. 
The crackle and hiss from the walls. 
You smile like a catholic in heat. 
Just don't forget what you've done. 
Just don't forget. 
This is the last time that I say your name. 
Forget the fuck away from me. 
The child is sleeping under the wires.