George Dorn Screams - 69 Moles lyrics

Till my mother screaming Makes my father praying I'll be telling lies After supper time Would it be suspicious If I made few wishes I want to shave my head Want to run away I'm out of senses But my hand in your hand Keeps my sight above that Till I tear you up With one word again And I'm always sorry And it makes me worry That it's not my turn To spend time with you I'm out of senses And your body cover Sixty-nine moles Sixty-nine moles I don't mind at all Moles as raindrops fall On my neck and nose You look good to me Let me taste them all I'm out of senses Oh I hate that tram Keeping us apart Oh It breaks my heart Every time it rides I'm out of senses