Lover lover lover Ian McCulloch

I asked my father, I said, “Father change my name.“ The one I’m using now it’s covered up With fear and filth and cowardice and shame. Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me, Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me. He said, “I locked you in this body, I meant it as a kind of trial. You can use it for a weapon, Or to make some woman smile.“ Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me. “Then let me start again,“ I cried, “please let me start again, I want a face that’s fair this time, I want a spirit that is calm.“ Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me. “I never never turned aside,“ he said, “I never wa