There are thousands dance to the atrocity of the wartime blues. He thinks it's a shit dance but he likes the war and romance. Animal day, send me to war. Me and the boxer. Animal day, send me to war, then make a charity. He has a thing about pretty things and the machines of history. He lives in a little black box in the midst of obscurity. All the censored things, the terminal disease, The filth and obscenity, running the charities And all the pretty things feeding our memory.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
