Winter Girls Lyrics

Belligerent at will

He who seeks the thrill

Counting out our days

To selling all of our ways

Doing what we hate

Let my presence known

Then in time forget it while I rudely carry on

Till all my ghosts have gone

How could I be wrong?

In that field

There is filth

What a scene

And all those pictures

Of them Winter Girls

Make me cry

Lessons never learned

All of the above

Never dies

I'm so destitute

Look at all this loot

Hates all of the youth

For telling us the truth

No

In that field

There is filth

What a scene

And all them pictures

Of them Winter Girls

Make me cry

In that field

There is filth

What a scene

And all them pictures

Of them Winter Girls

Make me

They make me