Текст Mark Lanegan – Lonesome Infidel

I picked a winter daffodil
Spying a lonesome infidel
I know, going out of my head

Hear my horses running free

See the harm of continents
And the corroded filaments
Oh Lord, going out of my head
Oh Lord, going out of my head

Pay the executioners
He’s a liquid Lucifer
I know, going out of my head