The housing association Burn down both streets A prefix of frustration I'll stick with the gang of one
I'll make a stand with the Ludd Gang
Got a hole in the brain for ya Got a hole in the brain for ya
Courage my sweet Courage my sweet Courage my sweet It's the quiet like death It's the choir-ette of death
Got a hole in the brain for ya Got a hole in the brain for ya
I hate the guts ashamed of Stephen For what he has done The massacre of "Blue Christmas" On him I'd like to land one on
But I'm stuck with a gang of one Got a hole in the brain for ya
Courage my sweet Courage my sweet It's a quiet like death It's the choir-ette of death
The housing association foiled the reign of the rain For this, MacDonald is truly grateful
Cab driver asks why I'm not At home with my feet put up (campaigns run amok, brick a window, run amok)
What's, Jap, lorry, back, feather, next, bishops, ludd gangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
