Enchanté
Dirt Poor Robins
5:36How crooked her hands How twisted my thoughts How could I take the stand? I'm a fraud who'll be caught For all that I've said And all I've done Was worthless at best And worse it did harm When I gave my all For everyone else I can see in the end It was all for myself Woe to me woe to me My guilt is unfurled By all I've done in this world Woe to me woe to me Whatever I get I deserve nothing less If there is a way To pay back this cost It is out of my hands And firmly in god's