The Evil That Men Do

The good that men do is of the terror of their bones

But the evil that men do lives on

Told them the ways of my life, of my life on a silver blade

Sex of the soul, of the figure of the soul, of our innocence

I won't pray for, I won't count on me that loud, I won't believe for, the silver dove was

cheaper now.

The evil that made you, I'm not alone

The evil that made you, I'm not alone

The evil that made you, I'm not alone

Sack of the fire by my cheese

Mother of joy, I had a sin

Those who were raised before life before me

Eu irei orar por você, um dia quando ele retornar, não chore por mim, Beyoncé estava sozinho.

Scream for me Brasil, fuck all you may be

With the boots in his head, bottles in all of it With the boots in his head, you know, you know

Tchauuuu!

Yeah! Yeah!