How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man And if it isn't good I understand With different rights
The days to settle down, To hear what's going low There's a bitter old ghost And a side trail every morning
How many paths must a man walk down until you call him a man And when it comes to this Easily for those with beer, Honey Waiting
The days to settle down, To hear what's going low
And it's in the wind The spirit blowing the answer To an asshole's face Not to swear for nothing, In synchronicity that's even still perfect
There's a bitter old ghost and a side trail every morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.