here we go leave it on the back burner take it to the dry town political homicide, do what you I got the mean time slippin' down the slide some uptight right wing. like a south paw, flip it on the grill want, take what you will, take it in bottoms up boys that this is the last call happy hour doesn't last too long you know it never does bourgeoise, protocol the sky got a buck and a quarter so I sit here on a bar stool looking at in the brig don't yield to the mighty and a bucket full of rye don't step out of line you'll get time you go your own dirt to dig chorus me and my flea bag friends we ran to have our own feat of Crispian they were got caught in the middle of a coup, you will Murphy was there with number 22 lose me if I don't lose you we haven't chosen anyone of you to condemn so make your decision and chose you side or let us begin I'll step from the board steeped in knowledge down to the speak easy you know the deal with my double-edged sword I heard the heavens are full of sevens you got to spin the wheel but as a matter of fact you know that cat suicide jack he don't play like that truth is he don't really play at all Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com