Margery I am a wanderer The ocean is my home In the green saltmagic of the sea, and The mysteries of sand
There are supermarket maladies A sickness on the hill All the good men are in prison There's something wrong somewhere
Wisdom hides in bullets now Friendship in a sneer And I must find out why Before I come back here
A friend is in the army now Another is in jail There is a blackness on the land Nobody is well
Margery, oh Margery Everything's in chains Everyone is blinded to The sanctity of change
Margery I am a wanderer The ocean is my home In the green saltmagic of the sea, and The mysteries of sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
