boy I got up and ran to the door. To my surprise, it's true, he checks it twice. It was she on my list. No more silent nights, hold me tight, all is
little boy I got up and ran to the door. To my surprise, it's true, he checks it twice. It was she on my list. No more silent nights, hold me tight, all
events that take place every night you wanna get up but you no your legs will ache if you try & you remember that your punter went crazy last night you
the train Window days saw the children pick their Street games on thirty, thirty, thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in that rhyme again Teasing more and more
ignore the train window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more
t ignore the train window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty afternoons Molly the boys are starting in the rhymic again teasing more and more
a raging storm The rage is on, obituary page is long Life is short, but casket sales are high No surprise that numbers in the jails are high On the streets
silent heavens Preys upon the younger ones, deliver them to hell Rage! Fire! Born of your desire Rain! Fire! In the blackest night Been down the lonely road No more
