Great Divide I believe there's a storm a' brewin', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' to the Lee I
aside until I can see some more I'd like to leave you where I found you lying on the floor I, I I guess its too bad, I guess its too bad I guess its too
-b-e-g-i-n-n-i-n-g-t-h-e-r-e-i-s nothingness! But after I, I heard it all I knew she was a false prophet as was fore-told. she's not the angel that I
living somehow Do I hear a million? Well, I bring 'em on, up and then I pack 'em on in And then I bring up on, up and then I bring 'em on in Well,
Great Divide. I believe there's a storm a' brewin', Nine crows at nine o'clock nigh. Dutch man at the mizzenmast, Six harpies are singin' to the lee, I
I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. One little nibble in thirteen years, I really pack 'em in. This one I had, I seen it in
Tłumaczenie: Sprzęgło. I Have The Body Of John Wilkes Booth.
Tłumaczenie: Sprzęgło. I.
until I can see some more I'd like to leave you where I found you lying on the floor I, I I guess its too bad, I guess its too bad I guess its too bad
. I've seen some bad years, but this one is just killing me. One little nibble in thirteen years, I really pack 'em in. This one I had, I seen it
You closed your eyes just to kill the conversation it's raining forever I think i'll drown myself with my tears why does it have to be like this?
No horizon is obscured by the clouds Settlements make nary a sound And there were black birds singing and fish floating on the sea While the bells of
motherfucker, come on motherfucker Come on motherfucker, let's go I'll make you wish that you'd never been born I'll make you wish that you'd never been born I
no bliss Mason jars of petroleum You know those kids don't play And should you ever get a hold of them I'll tell you exactly what they'll say Time
I'll provide the thrust Romance is nothing but a sack of lies But it is truth which I have come to despise Bacchanal If I provide the scene Will you
the last place I expected to be Once upon an apocalypse So better make the most of it So I said to the horsemen ?Have a coke and a smile? So I said
Child of the city, Mother of the Earth Baptism by firefly, pinch a parson?s purse. Queen of Cups the Joker?s blade is old and dull. Child of the City
