White hats preachin from a tower i cant see Black shadow creeping it's a matter of time Four cold walls callin on me And a lead foot down for the county line
Wings blackened by the fire but theyre still gonna fly If I gotta keep running til the day I die Thunder clouds rollin it's a hell of a ride I'm gonna make it to the other side
Blue song ringing down a concrete hall Red blood came creeping now I'm doin time Anamosa got an order in 30 years tall And a window with a view of a turning tide
Wings blackened by the fire but theyre still gonna fly If I gotta keep running til the day I die Thunder clouds rollin it's a hell of a ride I'm gonna make it to the other side
I'm gonna make it I'm gonna make it I'm gonna make it to the other side i'm gonna make it I'm gonna make it i'm gonna make it to the other sideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
