Paroles de la chanson maker par Paris Jackson

Stumbling outside, confusing the day
Nothing matters for me anyways
I'd trade all my freedom to a merchant for dust
Something to smoke
Something to crush

Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down to the field where the poppies grow
It'll feel like this, it'll fix you up
Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It'll feel like home

It can't wake you up and shake it from you
I'm fading out a thousand times

Well, pick me up and say I'm dying
Lay me down, can't change my mind

Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down to the field where the poppies grow
It'll feel like this, it'll fix you up
Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It'll feel like home

Try to tell me what I'm thinking
But I can't feel my broken bones

Well, come on down, come on down
Meet my maker
Come on down to the field where the poppies grow
It'll feel like this, it'll fix you up

Any takers?
Come on down, come on down
It'll feel like home