Pigeon Songtext
von The Globes

White feathers glued on pigeon skin
The year end, the year end
Translated lines of action
They′re waiting, they're waiting


Box knife to the neck of
Your favourite dove, your favourite dove
Bombs to the skies above
Your favourite dove

Holy and wasted Sacro and sacra
Perpetually fucked, fucked in the head

Box knife to the neck of
Your favourite dove, your favourite dove
Bombs to the skies above
Your favourite dove

Holy and wasted Sacro and sacra
Perpetually fucked, fucked in the head