Pitch the camp babilon. The winner takes it all Do you feel comfortable in a brand new role?
Dig the poet up. Drag him up by his sideburns Ask him, are we still Messiahs while now serving Rome? The cannon fodder's bible is waiting to be reexplained Just increase among an audience missing the old kingdom's fame
Pitch the camp babilon. The winner takes it all Do you feel comfortable in a brand new role?
Inert heads, during turbulence above the place he died play the national anthem banging lids under white-red rags So was the oportunity to start a life of their own. to earn for their own flat or at last leave their in-law's house
Pitch the camp babilon. The winner takes it all Do you feel comfortable in a brand new role?
Instead of these VIP's around a heroic grave with national umbrellas to prevent the rain from wetting their suits nearby industrialists, engineers and hordes of middlemen appreciate devotion and unify in pain
Pitch the camp babilon. The winner takes it all Do you feel comfortable in a brand new role?
Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
