Somewhere, he lost it in a turn Now trouble seems to fit him like a glove First come, first served, he's serving it back He travels light, without a pack, without love
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high
Leather 'cross his thighs Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em high
Blind to himself, an' he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved Vision of light, child of the night passing by
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Blind to himself, he's laughing up his scheme Looking back in anger, the city is relieved A vision of light, child of the night passing by
Leather 'cross his thigh Blasting out the night, his cap hides his eyes One eye on the road, price upon his head One ear to the ground, he's listening to the dead
He comes from nowhere, an' he turns on his own Late for the hanging, yes he's headed for the moon An' hang 'em highTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
