It's white trash Sunday On the farm I see the telephone wires The way they go and go into the distance And I hear the cars passing by And the wicked tree branches reaching out They try to catch the moon With their long black nails Try to catch a dream passing by Like a cloud in the sky
Oh, I see an orange cat He always runs away at night And a fox in the field, what's the deal I'm walking long the tracks Where the mighty tractor has passed Looks like the spine of a dinosaur back I bet he was big and black Oh I bet he was big, big and black Gave all the others a heart attack Oh it's hard being big and black He gave all the creatures a heart attack
Oh, it must be hard being big and black Giving everyone a heart attack They pull the pistols without second thoughts And bam bam bam, he got shot...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
