Lletres: Wildhearts (the). Endless, Nameless. Junkenstein.

White boy, white lie, two-faced dead guy
Too lust for life to die along with it
Take it, talk it, comb that carpet
Pull on the bone and chaser in secret
(Golden slumber Golden slumber)
We know where you've been and we know what you're buying
(Too weak to lift the rock that you're under)
You're pissing on friends and still you deny it

Fine, fine,