Hanging on a limb warm from the wind Cracking in the night just like a whip Grown up a plastic commodity Domestic rain will sanitize the scene
Natural inclination Wicked, it can stack up pretty quick The soil's got a fever!
Once just letters pressed in wet cement Ink turned them to names on a debtor's list Just loose leafs sat shakin' in a cell While cinder blocks, they pile all around
Natural inclination Left to grow and now we're in the shade The soil's got a fever!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.