my soul flying I see landscape surreal I feel like a child, careless in the world then I am caught in the whirlpool I feel like a child, careless in
soul flying I see landscape surreal I feel like a child, careless in the world then I am caught in the whirlpool I feel like a child, careless in the
and human, Have been unscrupulously exploited. Peoples' pride and dignity is burnt in Napalm And hand-held flame-throwers. The poor and underprivileged are raped and
of the reason They lost count of the days And they were two souls searching for each other One spirit looking for the other Caught between a hard hard place and a rock
us whitewash windows? When to take down doors? Tell us make a flask of tea and survive the holocaust? * The rock and roll swindler says it's O.K. to
the reason, they lost count of the days And they were two souls searching for each other One spirit looking for the other Caught between a hard Hard place and a rock
aside and with your plans I'll never tamper I'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper. yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses
of a fascist dictator. It was a callous and savage piece of electioneering Designed to cover up horrific domestic problems. At a time when a peaceful
aside and with your plans i'll never tamper i'll sit and write you songs and be a fucking happy camper. yeah, send me out a contract and in clauses
