You could've been raised in africa We lacked in our vigor Been an "x" on the calendar Losing our cool in antarctica So i put my coat on ya The breeze was light burgandy I have an army suited and ready For you to simply take a bite and steer We're more than prepared to fight this unfair All you need do is tease your taste and steer Your crimes are not mine or theirs Weary from the wear you invent I forget for some time I've been underground and dug to the sound of your breathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
