Come on empty-handed you've got bags below your eyes Come on empty-handed walk the block for your supply I've got the day to spend on all my fruitless occupations And when it's dark we'll run and barely make it to the station
I am empty-handed just like everyone I know Try to understand what makes me tick until I blow Just have a smoke and talk until it gets too boring And when it seems surreal I'm only making up a story Cuz I'm a one-trick ponyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
