wonder A little low on godspeed I didn't know your wet dream made a sound like and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull and I
I could settle down then take it slow do the right thing and gain twenty pounds before next spring when senses are dull and I hear the rain will fall
Vertaling: I Mother Earth. Wolk Pomp.
to worst kind of fools (like you and I--the human race). If we laugh for long enough it could well be our epitaph, Mother Earth will laugh the loudest
But I rather be drinking coffee with my cigarette foster And a run away buckle the cloud-nine fantasy filter to force the brutal truth Of daily market place wars through the roof I mean I
