Lyrics:
Sisters Of Mercy Never Land

a hand on the gun I had a place in the sun And a ticket to Syria I had everything within my reach I had monkey and stuff Each and every call Too much but never

Translation: Sisters of Mercy. Never Land.

a hand on the gun I had a place in the sun and a Ticket to syria I had everything within my reach I had monkey and stuff Each and every call Too much but never

the system. Between Cosette and the privileged few A fat dog chokes down more than he can chew A poor land's labours are a rich land's gain Little Oliver

is blame And never treat ourselves with dignity What would we do Without a hand to hold onto With no one to call out to What if we could Behave like sisters

is blame And never treat ourselves with dignity What would we do Without a hand to hold onto With no one to call out to What if we could Behave like sisters

ba.. I love you so Never never never gonna let you go Once, I, get my hands on you Pu..ba.. I love you so Never never never gonna let you go I hope you

do is blame And never treat ourselves with dignity What would we do Without a hand to hold onto With no one to call out to What if we could Behave like sisters