Just a song of Gomorrah I wonder what they did there Must've been a bad thing To get shot down for
Wonder how they blew it up Or if they burned it down Get out, get out, Mr. Lot Don't you look around
Who gave you your orders? Someone from the sky I heard a voice inside my head In the desert wind so dry
I heard a voice telling me to flee The very same voice I always believe Said, a lot of trouble's coming But it don't have to come to you I'm telling you, so you can tell The rest what you been through
Don't you turn around, no Don't look after you It's not your business how it's done You're lucky to get through
You're a good upstanding man A credit to the flock If you don't face straight ahead You could not take the shock
Blew the city off the map Left nothing there but fire The wife of Lot got turned to salt Because she looked behind her
Because she looked behind her Because she looked behind her Because she looked behind her Because she looked behind her Because she looked behind herTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
