Everyone confirms that it hasn't been that bad But they seem to agree that we've all been had So what can we do 'til the cavalry comes? Should we stockpile our drugs or stock up on guns?
These October nights can't figure themselves out Leaves fall onto the street like words from my mouth No point, no destination, they just hang around And I turn the heater on Then you say with a yawn, "Summer's over"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
