Long gone merrily up high In hell our fiddler's swinging: Long gone! Hanging in the sky His neck in tightrope wringing
Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines! Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!
Short drop choke him for a while A dancing, dangling pirate Take him while he's still alive And cut off his all his privates
Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines! Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be his intestines!
Paid your heinous aweful crimes They broke off all your fingers No more beautiful rhymes Your Parting song, were singing
Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be your intestines! Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be your intestines!
Buried soon below, below Our crippled fiddler swungen Where no flowers ever grow No priest or people sungen
Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be your intestines! Qua a-a-a-artered and drawn be your intestines!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
