Mr. Richard Jones skull and two crossbones can't be bought or sold detached and lost and cold everyone he knows wears a black halo impulse misery waiting on Queen Street
Stand your lonely ground, in the middle of nowhere things come round and round to the middle of nowhere
Fahsion lies in seasons leaves from the spring to fall so you have your reasons for not having it all but the cold winter coming back
Stand your lonely ground in the middle of nowhere things come round and round to the middle of nowhere
Send the good on down and you pretend to care things come round and round to the middle of nowhere
meanwhile we're all damned
Mr. Richard Jones please don't break my bones impulse misery hurts too much for me
Stand your lonely ground in the middle of nowhere things come round and round to the middle of nowhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
