Текст (слова) песни: Robert Pollard - Prom Is Coming
In this greater battle Where tanks corrode & airplanes dissolve Indians race on foot Up to the fallen idol And there is no longer fight Only the stolen set list Clutched in seizure Disregard injury And race madly Out of the universe by sundown And I will stay To help you prepare For what it was You said I could not afford to miss
Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:
Прямая ссылка на текст песни Prom Is Coming: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/117/1/16582.html