I woke up this morning from a crazy dream: The Earth was a turning ball of fire. Satan and the Pilgrims had wiped the scene, And I became their twisted gun for hire. Don't let 'em getcha, boy, now use your head, the lights they're coming 'round again. "Run like a demon, boy," is what they said, and then began to count from one to ten.
So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city. You know where right can be found: The beaten side of town... Won't never let you down.
I woke up this morning from a crazy dream: The Earth was a burning ball of fire. I crawled right inside the spaces in-between, A miracle of science to admire
But everybody knows the way the story goes: She'll love you once and leave you once again. The wind sends a shiver from your head to toes, Whispers that you've reached your living end
So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city. You know where right can be found: The beaten side of town... Don't never let me down.
I woke up this morning from a crazier dream: The Earth was a churning ball of fire. The Dragunovs were sniping as I swam upstream, And then I saw a temple with a spireTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.