Henrietta

the fratellis - henrietta henrietta we got no flowers for you just these three miserable cunts sitting on the back seat banging on the off beat we know you love us and you probably do although you're husband may cut us he's such an animal though ever

Fever in the night, and the tremors come on But you would survive, just like nobody thought Nails turning red, lying cold on the bed And now it turns out, death's not the end Chew on a bone, we sharpen our teeth A magnificent drone, is serving under