Well sit right down my wicked son and let me tell u a story About the boy who fell from glory And how he was a wicked son
This aint no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am with my hand
He took his sister from his head and then painted her on the sheets And then rolled her up in grass and trees and they kissed till they were dead
This aint no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am with my hand
Well sit right down my evil son and let me tell u a story About the boy who fell from glory And how he was a wicked son
This aint no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am with my hand
This aint no holiday But it always turns out this way Here i am with my handTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
