Letras:
Les Trois Tetons A Pack Of Lies

Isolation never put me down thirteen feet under the ground Then I met a strange kind of a guy Black face white hands sort of a smile He did not speak barely made a

Two days on the run You can't call it freedom Hounds on your trail You turn your head Each and every minute You fear any single sound The smoke on the

any warning They're gonna hear what I have to say Can't sleep at night it's driving me out of my mind Call that number on the phone Get a ticket on