3:10 Smokey Thursday A cop directing traffic Just collapsed and later died Very dissatisfied He didn't know it was the air He didn't care
3:10 Smokey Thursday The people on the freeways Left their castles built on wheels To find the fields They were all gone The sky, too, was out of view
(And) All the beautiful children were crying They were dying to be
3:10 Smokey Thursday With the governor on the phone The factory exec Finally thought about his neck Declared he'd turn the factory off With a cigar and a cough
3:10 Smokey Thursday The children quit their playing And sat down upon the curb Without a word Even the sun had turned to gray They could not playTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
