Sideshows follow not seen by the bright eyes but the stench fills up the air A trail full of beggars leads into nausea we would rather be elsewhere
Wise men try to speak up in the crowd
King's seat is always taken and the brave want to be orbese They've taken the liking to be tugged in their beds they're fast asleep
At some point I'll start to laugh Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |