In a shallow grave, we dug for thundereggs In the Yakima, with the rattlesnake When we came out to unload the mother stone Day was night, wind was warm and birds they did not sing
Run son, get on in We must get to Kennewick Sodom and Gomorrah After this I'll pity them Mountains falling from above Pompeii you have our prayers and love
Handkerchiefs on coughing mouths Running to the full hotels Left us with no other place but home In the distance Tail lights came and went At time as eyes of Vulcan sorcery
Run son, get on in We must get to Kennewick Sodom and Gomorrah After this I'll pity them Mountains falling from above Pompeii you have our prayers and love
Baby, baby, baby, baby I'll make it through the briars Baby, baby, baby, baby we'll see another sunrise Oh yeah
The ash turned to confetti, Alleluia! In the great Tri-cities, Alleluia!
Oh God gave his great mercy, Alleluia! Vine, Viche, Veti, Alleluia!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
