It was never gonna turn out too good for me I was born in the winter in Manchester 3 With the rain in my face From the East came the men that meant I'd never work again
They do the work that you won't If this is Jerusalem why do they speak in tongues Bring me your poor your masses It was never gonna turn out too good for me That always happens to your kind I'm in the heart of the storm and it's too dark to see It's fixed in the stars how it will be
I look to the stars to see how it unwinds I never called the shots and I know that's my lot The world will end in fire or it will end in ice My fortunes depend on the throw of a dice
Wish it weren't so Say it ain't so A mountain to climb It's too far to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
