Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who you friends are and all that shit
Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning Stories of pain and fear Ringing in my eardrum And ever since I come home There's been somebody with the loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger, son Ringing in my eardrum
Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who you friends are and all that shit
Ever since I could hear the voice of mourning Stories of pain and fear Ringing in my eardrum And ever since I come home There's been somebody with the loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger, son Ringing in my eardrum
Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who you friends are and all that shit
I admit I don't understand how this all started But I know it's gotten out of hand We can't go back now We can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass Not while we're sailing too close, sailing too close to the wind Sailing too close, sailing too close to the windTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
