Fog Of Death

Murder by Death - King Of The Gutters,Prince Of The Dogs

LRC by lzh, from jiangxi pingxiang

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I traveled so long

Traveled so long

Til I was cold

Cold as stone

My whiskers are grey

They reach to the ground

My bird's bones

Make a hollow sound

I been lost somewhere

In the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare

I been down in the gutters without a care

I been hunted maligned

Since before your time

I been stoned

I been thrown

To the wolves

To the wolves

I been starved down

To skin and bone

I been lost somewhere

In the fabric of a world that's goin' threadbare

I been down in the gutters without a care

Throw me a bone, feed me a line

Pour a hard drink for harder times

I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs

One or the other, a ship lost in the fog

No pupils to see

Ours eyes to the ground

Our feet pound loud

But there's no one around

The shout of the night

The room fills with light

The sky makes a deafening sound

Throw me a bone, feed me a line

Pour a hard drink for harder times

I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs

One or the other, a ship lost in the fog

Nothing can touch me

Nothing can touch me

No force

No sound

Nothing can touch me

Nothing can touch me

No force

No sound

I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs

I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs

I'm the king of the gutters, the prince of the dogs