It was one summer morning when an old friend called in He said I'm going to build a big house for all the little children And I've sold all I had because of things I have seen It's just the good and the bad nothing in between
CHORUS And it's not for me that I'm trying to say what I mean It's not for me that I'm changing the way I have been It's not for me that believing flies into the light I will follow her flight
Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe Oh their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives And the story will break and as it's spun into view The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
