Every thought's a game A pack of chimps I cannot tame You're wondering who to blame Now your ride has come up lame Fortress full of hate Fears and hopes all pound the gate Too early, it's too late What is evil, which is great
Pigs are sheep and cats are dogs And thoughts are made of Lincoln Logs To tend to the mice and wood Where black is blue and bad is goodTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
