Terry talks like a tommygun But he hits like a morning dove When I ask what the neighbors did Laughs and grins like a Christmas kid and says that he knows Climbed up on a telephone wire Said the end times are coming Took a spill, only broke a couple bones No steady check, he'd love for judgement day to come
I'm packing all my things at once They say the time is finally here I've got enough for 50 days now I can't leave without him, so he's slumped around my neck There's not a car out on the highway Nobody knows except for me We beat the rush to the hills now All the way he's laughing, points at all the things he sees
Not in my head, but in my heart I know that's my TommygunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
