you may not like it, but this is what peak faggotry looks like.
you may not like it, but this is what peak faggotry looks like.
The three spirits:
The three spirits:
You're turning tricks till you're turned out
The wind's so cold, it burns
You're burning out, blowing 'round
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town
You're turning tricks till you're turned out
The wind's so cold, it burns
You're burning out, blowing 'round
And if you've got no other choice
You know you can follow my voice
Through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town