Finish up mama, you vicious carnivore It's all been taken care of, the settlement, the score They've had it up to here with us, we're out of this canteen I always beg to differ when I don't know what they mean
Lord, I'm, I stir and can't believe Been here for a quarter a century Soft becomes hot money Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it Grasping for the balm of Gilead
The house, wings In madness and in lost decree Oh I, I got even Grasping for the balm of
Growin' out of my head are pulsating cuts, combs The fluid makes the background pale, it's too across the home Quiver in the cradle, borrow if it's too less Keep it goin' to a cardiac arrest
Lord, I'm, I stir and can't believe Been here for a quarter a century Soft becomes hot money Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it Grasping for the balm of Gilead
The house, wings In madness and in lost decree Oh I, I got even Grasping for the balm of GileadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
