Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on your prick and your eyes on the stars And you wonder if the satellites are sending you some invitation You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark
And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiator, oh Like an arpeggio I cannot stay, I cannot go Up come the elevator, down go the elevator And we go downtown
And there are rings on you, and there are chords And then the angel of the future is locking all her doors And then you're shocked at how you have to con some crocodile form of the truth Like a forest coming up through the floor
So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear I've made it almost halfway, dear May I hang from the branches of the past to put that crocodile and his crocodile tears
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on the neck of your fathers before ya Ignoring the fact that they made you all that you are You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light
Why do you cry, arpeggio [?] Because you cry, arpeggio NoTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
