could trust.
One knock down and leave the pain couldn't help themself.
Maybe I
understand all people who believe but
I don't understand your sanctimonious
It's just a cry.
When will they stop blindly preach?
I don't know when will they learn the new man in moulin?
They creep around with blinkers on and steer off your child
I wonder now how quiet we were,
this mess has to change
Long,
long,
long,
long way my bright son you free
Long,
long, long, long way forget what they need
This sits on the runway, car flat let they lie
Top rat the runway,
the sandbag comes down
So mad, but obsessed,
the way you should crawl
It's such a shame when he laughs and they bleed to death
No cement on their own, rogues gallery
Top rat,
top tip set,
they sound a fool,
there's nothing to explain
Long, long,
long, long way my bright son you free Long,
long, long, long way
forget what they need
This sits on the runway,
car flat let they lie Top rat the runway,
the sandbag comes down
Long,
long,
long,
long way my bright son you free
Long, long, long, long way forget
what they need
This sits on the runway,
car flat let they lie
Top rat the runway, the sandbag comes down