Coheed and Cambria - Mother Superior video free download

From the album : No World For Tomorrow

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Here, sleep, at the bottom of hell

Your time has come to pick the road you'll walk in this tale

Turned and as a coward you've learned

Through sickness and health, there's only one

Now go and bite your tongue

You'll just say the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand

No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man

Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine

Victims pay the price eventually

The cost, let's see... your life

You've got nothing to prove

Stay afraid young brother

You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel

Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one

Tonight... you'll find the right

In the pull of the trigger, now bite

Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore

A fear sleeps, inside your stomach... it swells

A torn boy alone in need of fix and the pinch that cures the itch

For too long, this little baby has cried on

For tomorrow we'll sing the words and song

Of a time we're glad is long gone

You'll just say the worst of me, with a hope they'll understand

No, they know you're just a boy, so grow up and be a man

Little baby, kicking, you scream and whine

Victims pay the price eventually

The cost, let's see... your life

You've got nothing to prove

Stay afraid young brother

You've got nothing to prove

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel

Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one

Tonight... you'll find the right

In the pull of the trigger, now bite

Oh young fools, don't cry... anymore

Mother superior

Come catch the rabbit he runs, my how've you been?

You're frightened of leaving this truly gone fishing amalgam

Go fetch your gun

Your answer is in there, just stare down the barrel

Your sincerest apologies, won't write you out of this one

Tonight... you'll find the right

In the pull of the trigger, now bite

Oh young fools, don't cry... not anymore

Don't cry, boy, not anymore

Don't cry, boy, not anymore

Don't cry, boy.

When your sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.

Don't cry boy, not anymore

Don't cry boy, not anymore

Don't cry,boy.

When your sick to the stomach, just pull out the knife.

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