The sky was gray and you were a small child without bones in your arms. Now you're a man who died propped up against a fence in the shadow of your favorite bible story. Still without bones in your arms. A mourning husband with a pistol in his hand. He will smile at you with the meat of a leg joint in his teeth.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
