Текст:
So take a shot like Burroughs's wife, you'll never be forgiven
There's no regrets but hate and heat, I may you leave a right to call
Your Jesus, you call him Jesus
You call him Jesus, you call him Jesus
So take a shot like Burroughs's wife, you'll never be forgiven
There's no regrets but hate and heat, I may you leave a right to call
Your Jesus, you call him Jesus
You call him Jesus, you call him Jesus
Я там, где полумрак, добро сливаем с ходу в бак
И завтра заберем ещё, и это уже стремный знак.
Дверь открываю лишь на два звонка, стресс пробирает до позвонка,
И как сюда нас только занесло?