..and then you tell me when we're almost there that you don't really care and where does that leave me?
between the devil and pollution in some dark and stormy sea,
well I have worn away more rocks than you could ever throw and there is one thing or maybe two things that I know and I won't be telling you,
if the mountain doesn't want to come then blow the ****** up,
there's not much point in wasting time exciting some non existent God, but
when the giro came God got the game on track
two bottles of Wild Turkey and we were gone
no looking back
no anger
no James Dean as if he would mean anything and kids today wouldn't know if he did,
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 4:03 PM UTC
..and then you tell me when we're almost there that you don't really care and where does that leave me?
between the devil and pollution in some dark and stormy sea,
well I have worn away more rocks than you could ever throw and there is one thing or maybe two things that I know and I won't be telling you,
if the mountain doesn't want to come then blow the ****** up,
there's not much point in wasting time exciting some non existent God, but
when the giro came God got the game on track
two bottles of Wild Turkey and we were gone
no looking back
no anger
no James Dean as if he would mean anything and kids today wouldn't know if he did,
This is like having muesli for breakfast, krap with milk but great with *****
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