CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : The March Poem
When the bare, gray boughs
creak and bend,
when the tall trees toss like wild,
when there is roaring
around the chimney
that frightens every f**king small child
when the clouds in the sky
rush swiftly past
in shapes that you f**king would fear. B*T*H
creak and bend,
when the tall trees toss like wild,
when there is roaring
around the chimney
that frightens every f**king small child
when the clouds in the sky
rush swiftly past
in shapes that you f**king would fear. B*T*H
