We got road, we got time, so we're out of here We got rows, we got rows as far as we see In the dust we can see your catastrophe Shining dimly like a mudslick in the sun
Sparks fly from their eyes Birds fly from their mouths Echoing off this procession is a sound Never to be found
With a tip of the hat we would exit here Off you go with a pie on your face Down the road we can see the electric chair Who'll be first? I don't know, it's a race
With a drop of the fly we should exit here Off you go with the crumbs on your face One-eyes clown in the road with electric hair At his best he's a total disgraceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
