don't have the energy To retreat or hold ground or barely to stand Oh, but I feel the sting from fate's cruel hand Hand, hand, hand Hand, hand, hand Hand, hand, hand
Vertaling: Amerikaanse laesie. Cruel Hand Fate's.
see You can do what you want to me 'Cuz I don't have the energy To retreat or hold ground or barely to stand But I feel the sting from Fate's cruel hand
