I tied this song to a tree I tied this song to a tree And whipped it but it would not bleed
You and I cracked the night out But the muse, she would not cry out Cry out, cry out These teeth were cleaned with a broken e-string And all my money, I have laid down Just to hear a few words from old Waits and Dee How I fly three hundred days I crashed into my stovepipe, gamelan And the clank and the clutter opened my eyes So Williams was leading the revolution So Helpert was leading the revolutionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
