Cowboy lawman-found a cell Tore into it-as night fell
Bankers kids are getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips at home or at the rubble that's left when you return
Have an armed guard posted at your flag Stroll through town with a gun stuffed in your pants
Bankers kids are getting bingo'd Smells like midnight's cooked up a storm in here Leave those loose lips at home or at the rubble that's left when you return
Criminal lawman-found a cell Tore into it-made life hell
Bombs bursting-houses burning Diplomacy's tyrant treatsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
