Driving down a dreary lane Once my yellow brick road There is no place like home There is no place like home Do I want to go home? Somehow I'm not so sure
They tore down the palace hall To make space for shopping malls The occupation of our kings Selling burgers and onion rings
Every day, a little more jaded Every day, just slightly more numb The fairy tales have almost faded The child in me is almost gone
I pass Little red riding hood lighting up a cigarette, offering a taste of the forbidden fruit She put grandma in a home
Every day, a little more jaded Every day, just slightly more numb The fairy tales have almost faded The child in me is almost gone
The Seven Dwarves are stealing cars To pay for Snow-white's Snow And how this story really ended, I don't want to know
So I steer my diesel carriage into the driveway of my castle Where my sleeping beauty sleeps with Cinderella's prince Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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