An overaged boy of thirty-nine has left the wing today The first time in his life he's made that step Be numbed by the society and plagued by insecurity He's entered in a race that must be won One of the animals has left its cage today IN search of better things so it seems to be But in this land of polyurethane, Things are apt to get a bit hot As the toys go winding down
C.G. the Mexican is a friend of mine We used to sit around the house watching evil dead Talking about the way it used to be... We used to pull the stripers out of Sand Pablo bay Now the delta waters go down So. Cal. And the stripers start to fade away
It's pudding time! It's pudding time!
As the toys go winding down Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
