Deus

Hey I know there's more to this
But I bought you a newspaper every Sunday
At the end just a huge pile of yellowed sunday telegraphs on the windowpane
We sang three blind mice together:
Three blind mice, three blind mice
Who went in across the farmer's house
You know well, just never tell
If someone's got a secret hell
Now you, you should be breakin' me
Sometimes I lose my head, I don't know nothing
You, you should be breaking me
Instead you let me hide behind your back