I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, musical genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be. No, musical genocide. Give me a blues
I do not agree, this is not for me. No, musical genocide. I will not commit, nor will I submit. To, musical genocide. This is not for me, I wont let it be. No, musical genocide. Give me a blues
My mother sang the sweetest melody. Although she never sang in a musical key. I'd hear her through the house. My name called out loud. My mother sang the sweetest melody. . My mother's hands
