Written by Butch Walker I see him look at you and speak with such eloquence All I can do is rhyme eloquence with presidence It's the only word I think
between They fall past my seat and they land at my feet Right next to my pride, how can you beat that? What can I say, I come for race cars and Goth
In between They fall past my seat And they land at my feet Right next my pride, now can you beat that? And what I can I say I come race cars and goth
Traduzione: Walker, Butch. Race Cars.
Traduzione: Walker, Butch. Auto da corsa e Goth rock.
