F.O.G Original
They say to their mothers, ‘Where’s the grain and wine?’
As they weaken like the pierced in the city squares,
With their life pouring out,
On their mother’s lap.
F.O.G
They say to their mothers, ‘Where’s the grain and wine?’
As they weaken like the pierced in the city squares,
With their life pouring out,
On their mother’s lap.