Lyrics:
Let The Handel

Lascia ch'io painga La cruda sorte E che sospiri La liberta! Il duolo infranga Queste ritorte De' miei martiri Sol per pieta

of smoke, its lighted hallways And I wish you could know all the ghosts in my bones They are weeping, they are screaming They are inside my body O, let

of smoke, its lighted hallways And I wish you could know all the ghosts in my bones They are weeping, they are screaming They are inside my body O, let

of smoke, its lighted hallways And I wish you could know all the ghosts in my bones They are weeping, they are screaming They are inside my body O, let

As night falls we left Japan With half a ton of contraband Tight black shirts and pink armbands Don't tell our parents, they wouldn't understand Maybe

: Lascia ch'io painga La cruda sorte E che sospiri La liberta! Il duolo infranga Queste ritorte De' miei martiri Sol per pieta

I was used to being used That was the norm till I went crazy like Jim and rode out with the storm It broke my heart to watch her leave But bet it was