There's a prison on Route 41 Home to my father, first cousin, and son And I visit on every weekend Not with my body but with prayers that I send
Messengers always told me that I had to have a plan But their visions off and they don't understand The little Hitler's of the forgotten love They'll
: Messengers always told me that I had to have a plan But their visions off and they don't understand The little Hitler's of the forgotten love They