ترانه:
Franklin Delano Like A Smoking Gun In Front Of Me

your bloody marble rules All your bloody cancer grew Work it out, please Like a dog in the pit Sort it out, please Like a smoking gun in front of me

ve got this rare chance To rest in my shade Don?t build a new fence Your path?s been made Love comes and goes You try but you don?t know Life?s a trip without a

the floor You'll find they taste like my skin You'll find they taste like my skin You woman - and I'll be gone You cold pan - rusting along A blown

just like prodigal rain Careless grace, don?t even share A word with me... cause i?m so stupid Your scars are still there aching A rag of pain wrapped

We're like soldiers in a field With no weapons, with no shields We're just doin' what they say While the wheat is still in the blade We're not goin'