Is it come and gone, is it long before the spirit shaves his legs? Is it wrapped in trash, sent back to a sanitation tank? Is it disinfected, disconnected 'til it grafts some wires? Is it sped up, spun around, brown and yellow in the fires?
What is this town? They said I got no place to be, The money meter's taking everything I see.
Is it comes in lovely bones that put their shirts on ice? Is it fireflies that cross out eyes with any spice? Is it normal, born-again? Let the vultures drink and drown, Is it's force from weathers? Birds of feathers never frown.
What is this town? They said I got no place to be, The money meter's taking everything I see.
Is it come and gone, is it long before the spirit shaves his legs?
What is this town? They said I got no place to be, The money meter's taking everything I see.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
