Birth To The Earth Songtext
You got a question, you should ask it,
From the cradle to the casket;
From the womb to the tomb;
Birth to the Earth.
Not everything that you touch will always turn to gold.
Don't mind that smell on my breath;
That's just my rotten soul.
From the cradle to the casket;
From the womb to the tomb;
Birth to the Earth.
Not everything that you touch will always turn to gold.
Don't mind that smell on my breath;
That's just my rotten soul.
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