And his three points on the home team
Gin in his blood from a lifetime in front of some barkeep.
Jokes in his head to break up the ice at the parties
A whole lifetime trying to find someone to laugh
After the death of the punchline.
Dobro vam jutro! Numere: The Trash Can Sinatras – Orange Fell The Stone Roses – (Song for My) Sugar Spun…
As you tread your path through a jaundiced corridor
Where each day has no beginning and no end
There are those out here who claim to be so good
I suspect that Jesus holidayed in hell
There’s something happening here
But what it is ain’t exactly clear
There’s a man with a gun over there
Telling me I got to beware
I think it’s time we stop
Children, what’s that sound?