Lyric Context Universe
and yeah they can play
but a cardinal fan is proud and loud
until our dying day
and yeah they can play
but a cardinal fan is proud and loud
until our dying day
who attains perfection and who's to say
a criminal or a cardinal
they're both frightened of angels
who attains perfection and who's to say
a criminal or a cardinal
they're both frightened of angels
though i am a broken thing
a cardinal with severed wing
in morning to hide my face
though i am a broken thing
a cardinal with severed wing
in morning to hide my face
fuckin' up the game for errybody
you need a cardinal payer
fake titty endorser
fuckin' up the game for errybody
you need a cardinal payer
fake titty endorser
i'll be in bed soundly asleep
your epitaph was written by a cardinal
your coffin was carved out of a tree
i'll be in bed soundly asleep
your epitaph was written by a cardinal
your coffin was carved out of a tree
this big lie you've sold to the broken ones
fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct
swirling tails and edentate smiles
this big lie you've sold to the broken ones
fulfilling nothing but a cardinal instinct
swirling tails and edentate smiles