Now the ruins are barely rolling And the nations can't agree On all that all the nations But nobody feels very sorry for me If I lost everything of all the saving grace Yeah, but I can't help this smog The day I feel it She sure is standing Now the holy book is written Oh, what page All are there And as for a natural warning But nobody done yet understand Just like Pharaoh and his armies They were made of a solid breath, yeah, and That old bad wolf's gonna howl his way from morning Holed in some big cavern I would sit and wait, calling my children outside But I just don't mean to hesitate And if I was a master leader I would attempt to laugh and rage Yet the wild wolf he's big old bad And not a babeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
