feel sorry for And once there was a desk And now it's in a storage locker somewhere And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in the
t feel sorry for And once there was a desk And now it's in a storage locker somewhere And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in the
when i worked down to the liquor store guy with a shotgun came raging through the place muscled his way behind the counter i shot him in the face
feel sorry for And once there was a desk And now it's in a storage locker somewhere And this song is for the stick pins and the cottons I left in
Tradução: Los Originales. Las cabras de montaña --- algodón.
