Oh, in the desert they gave you the slip Rohypnol Chip on your shoulder, the scotch tasted much older than before Nightly occurrence The men laughed it off like it was a bore to them And they were right Feminine encounters were in sight F Delano
Named of the leader who favored a nation after his own Into the desert he pushed all the Nips, he wasn't alone Speech with a fury Sentenced with no plan ahead of you Without a heart No winning hand for any man or child F Delano
Oh, in the desert where no one should live, it wasn't our home And in the winter our sentence was stiff, we froze to the bone Summer was sunny, but history, funny to settle with Was he right? Innocence without a proper fight? Fight F DelanoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
