There's a fire in the eastern perimeter There's an alligator in the stew And everybody who's going to heaven Would they kindly stand in this queue
Because there's far too many And there's much too much When the news sinks in holding on to our skin I only want to give you a touch
At the break of day I was breaking At the fall of night well I fell Like a fool I wept as the starbeams crept Illuminating this hell
Don't ask me if I'm ready I'm standing with my ticket in hand When the boss comes back and he looks at this crack He sure ain't gonna understand Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
