Does Your Friend Have A Name Or Should I Just Call Him Lawyer? by Tower Of Rome Lyrics

Age was that beautiful number
It was just like your fire
Now it's just like the smoke that fills your
Lungs and fucks with your eyes

The need for sleep has got you
S preading your legs and loosening your throat

And by your words alone
I can tell that you are one
To swallow the taste

Brought on a sparsely attended funeral

An empty casket filled
With the corpse of your moral crusade
That day I slept soundly
Dreaming of wet flesh
Knowing that there isn't a knife on earth that

Is sharp enough to surgically remove the whore from your body