I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone Felt it wasn't safe Even in the Southern States
I read a brand new paper Walking down my own street The man with a thousand guns
Has taken to his feet He felt it wasn't safe Even in the Southern States
He thought that he might die But was he frightened by Anyone with a gun? Well, every stranger's danger Everybody has one But alone and hungry He couldn't eat his..... Guns
I watched my television Sitting on the floor The window man was watching Me and a million more He read me the news Someone's getting abused
He thought that we might die He wasn't frightened why Everyone has a bomb It's a passing danger Or so he said Everybody has one Care to see or just wait (That's just great) Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
