Michael Beauchamp - Muddy Shore Тексты

I'm going down to the muddy shore,
equipped with bloody money
I'm going to make a deal down there,
so don't come near there, honey

Well, my rival I do aim to kill
and make it nice for you dear
Well, my rival I do aim to kill,
'cause you're all I have in this world

Steer... clear...
of that damn shore
Please... dear...
It'll break your mind, to find what you'll find

The killer lives in a cold woodshed
and drinks away his money
I've been savin' for two years
to have a little baby...

I whisper to you in your sleep
and pray the Lord forgive me
I know it's better this way,
so we can be happy...

Steer... clear...
of that damn shore
Please... dear...
It'll break your mind to find what you'll find