Lyrics Those Poor Bastards

Those Poor Bastards

I Will Bring You Dead Flowers

I will bring you dead flowers

I will carry your Bible to Church

I will be everything I'm not

Come on over, my darling, tonight

I know I once was cruel

But all of that has changed

I am now everything that I'm not

Come on over, my darling, tonight

God damn, lookin so nice

God damn, you're lookin so nice

I need you

Right now

I need you

Right here

I need you

Don't fight

I need you

Right here

I need you

Right now

I need you

You

You're mine