Well I remember, you used to say that you want a revolution someday Well funny how you forget Cause I remember you'd be tied down and screaming And I was this bad boy who never listened No one hurts more than the man who won't believe it And you go down after all this Well I remember you'd be tied down and screaming
Santa Monica, put up your hands We surrounded your promised land The British army, waiting for command Santa Monica you've got no chance
And the day was blood red After all these men go to their beds And you wish they're back well Well I remember you'd be tied down and screaming
Santa Monica, put up your hands We surrounded your promised land The British army, waiting for command Santa Monica you've got no chance
And the day ends with sound All horizons go out with the ground And you wish you're back well Well I remember you'd be tied down and screaming
Santa Monica, put up your hands We surrounded your promised land The British army, waiting for command Santa Monica you've got no chance
And the day was And the day ends And the day ends Yeah and the day ends when you're tied down and screaming
Santa Monica, put up your hands We surrounded your promised land The British army, waiting for command Santa Monica you've got no chance you've got no chanceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
