Letras:
Wicked

wickeds will Who condemn us? The Wickeds will Who will defend us? The wickeds will Always We are the wicked, the wicked, the wicked ones who adore you The wicked, the wicked, the wicked

for clemency There are those who know the hardship Of a conscience that'is not free Some are weary, some are cold Some barely half-alive But the wicked

fools swingin' from my sack, Let's talk about the one who had my back! Down in the west coast, so lemme kick it To the motherfucker who calls himself wicked

you know it I like you lots now, I like you better Walking your catgirls in leashes and leather I watch you curl up into a circle Symbol of eternity, wicked

divide I'll never get to heaven so take me for a ride Fruit on the tree is shaking, my mind is in a daze I just want a taste of your love And learn your wicked

feelings in the wicked sensitive crew. You gotta shake hands with your feelings We've got a big heart waiting for you. You gotta shake hands with your feelings In the wicked

: There is a house in New Orleans They call the Rising Sun And it's been the ruin of many a poor boy And God I know I'm one My mother was a tailor She

don't stop Chorus: Counting sheep and they never ever go Losing sleep cos the words just flow Sounds in my head like a radio Lay awake all night, no sleep for the wicked

strip down to nothing Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked Gonna fly, take my time, strip down to nothing Gonna try, but there's no rest for the wicked