Hey kid, come on down, quit collecting clouds You're much better off catching worms from the ground Now sit tight and stare at the pretty new screen And all hail the voice that wakes up your dreams
You can go anywhere while you sleep in your bed But when you wake up, shake it all from your head Slip on a smile, and time to force down some coffee And all hail the boy who swallows his screams
Are you choking from all the dust in the street? And are you sick of living life two days a week? Well the carousel spins in an infinite course So all hail the king who jumps off his horseTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
