The room had an old table fan A red telephone and a beer-stained bed The streets were filled with drums and smoke They were playing songs for the dead
And the bands went on and on While we danced and fucked and drank up in our room And the sea laid like a big black toad In the light of the moon
Came down the winding road I′m a fool on the radio The sun was like a jungle grown with a fever And a big white halo
She sat back with her eyes closed Beautiful like an eagle She is the apple of my eye And the eagle of my life
I get to marry her I get to marry her One day She promisedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
