Teksty:
New Amsterdams The The Spoils Of The Spoiled

The better left unsaid We could write the hit parade Outside the masquerade The headache comes in tidal waves The spoils of the spoiled, the spoils of the spoiled

applied to me and mine it's better left unsaid. We could write the hit parade outside The Masquerade. The headache comes in tidal waves, the spoils of the spoiled