Black Cross – V.K.H.C. Lyrics

My friends are saints and martyrs
When time don’t put them down
Black sheep with middle fingers
Nostalgic fog still lingers
My friends are fools and lovers

Grand circus round and round
Waiting out the stormy weather
We’ll pull it all together
We all go crazy in this town
That’s why we all still hang around

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