Christ he ain't the weak hippie freak you're told about He ain't no smoking weed I said he ain't no meek and mild
These nails not holding him so you'd better just stay behind These flashy eyes you see just appear from a new facade
Hail the man who cleans this old manure You know it seems like noone else but he only has the cure
It's time I told you now our religion is nothing more Than the true fossil of an age when impatience was born and raisedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
