Weird Beard lets the days slide by With those easy-does-it campfire tunes Across this desert hard pan dry Comes a vixen bent on telling you
How dare you hide your face Should put you in your place How dare you hide your face
Black Wolf nurses broken hands From a dust-up with a ne'er do well Rarely turns out how he planned But it sure felt good to ring his bell
And rearrange his face To put him in his place And rearrange his face
Over and done with the skies won't open up and clear your conscience This is where I finally draw the line With neither hide nor hair of resentment there This is where I finally draw the line With neither hide nor hair of resentment there This is where I finally draw the line With neither hide nor hair of resentment thereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
