Port town north of Sydney Modest ramblers for men who worked in the industry And it's always hotter than its meant to be When you're sleeping in a dorm room full of God-fearing missionaries
Oh, December summer Oh, this heat makes the fervor burn Oh, zeal like a pouring storm So thirsty that we drank until we tore
Taught us how to take to the streets To track down someone to give our charity Do you have a minute to hear my ministry? Oh, I'd spare yourself so you don't turn out like me
Oh, December summer Oh, this heat makes the fervor burn Oh, zeal like a pouring storm So thirsty that we drank until we toreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.