hard since you broke me off with a call, You might wager that I'll hide in sorrow and I might lay right down and bawl. Now the race is on and here comes
hard Since you broke me off with a call You might wager that I'll hide in sorrow And I might lay right down and bawl Now the race is on And here comes
Traduzione: Grateful Dead. The Race Is On.
pedigree awaits your first-born boy, baby And my face on ev'ry coin engraved, the anarchists are all enslaved My own flag is forever waved by the grateful
human pedigree Awaits the first born boy baby And my face on every coin engraved The anarchists are all enslaved My own flag is forever waved By the grateful
FIREMAN You goddamned, gutless Mick, look what you got us into! (WILLIE is shocked and confused that people are turning their backs on him and are angry
