Testi:
Blind Melon Hell

gonna build a fence To keep inside what little sense The sense of taste The sense of smell The sense to sit here and feel like hell To feel like hell

gonna build a fence To keep inside what little sense The sense of taste The sense of smell The sense to sit here and feel like hell To feel like hell

gonna build a fence To keep inside what little sense The sense of taste The sense of smell The sense to sit here and feel like hell To feel like hell

I'm entering a frame bombarded by indecision Where a man like me can easily let the day get out of control Down this far in the quarter I'm pushed hard

Traduzione: Blind Melon. Ciao Goodbye.

: I'm entering a frame Bombarded by indecision Where a man like me Can easily let the day get out of control Down this far in the quarter I'm pushed