Your chances are running out I can see possibilities clearly The poor man who put those Rumours about Obviously didn't really hear me
Breaking our backs with slurs And taking our tax for murdering The only thing I know She'll have to go
Your grass may be greener man I was born on the pavement I'm standing in It's blue grass honey It's a working man It's more than all the things That you're demanding
Breaking our backs with slurs And taking our tax for murdering The only thing I know She'll have to goTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
