You came out to the west With these visions of grandeur A house by the lake And a life of splendour
You thought, you would be Some kind of news maker But now you’re still A factory worker
You came out to the west With these pictures of hannah The one where she wears A turkish bandana
But then yesterday You heard she surrendered Her long lonesome ways For a life with Amanda
She said there was milk Well she said there was honey Instead there was bills And not enough money
She said, there was quail And manna on the journey Instead there was bears And vultures around me
Ooh must I live in fear of the constabulary Ooh Must I live in fear of the constabulary Ooh Must I live in fear of the constabulary Ooh Must I live in fear of the constabularyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
