Who'd have thought who'd have thought You'd get the devil down go his knee Holy smoke holy smoke Only if you now believe Hot times down to the ground You're causing a crowd The trouble is pride And you are pointing it wide When it's dark it's dark And you will lose your heart Pick it up it up And go back to the start It won't be fair It just won't cause there's care It's not what you did Just the things you hid from You launched an attack with my hand on your back There's sweat on your chest she said, You're too abstract I couldn't tell if it was subtract or plus for us What is the fuss now i'm gonna get off the bus You gotta leave me, you gotta leave When it's tough it's tough But who is strong enough Don't rush your sons Go go go get your guns Just hold on back And give this thing some slack Like I said, I'm gonna get off the busTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
