Tradução: Gusano verde. Morning Song.
I lay my head On my hand And think about Whatever About today Should I get out of bed Or be twice as strong Tomorrow
being of him and his kids That's how it is, Cig's in the whole crib Dope that told pigs, live with broke ribs Or went and got a dirt with the worms With
noon is a quick little minute, i don't wanna spend it sitting with a critic, who simply isn't going to ever really get it, this HQ is alive and alone
This HQ is alive and alone No driveway no sign of a home No dial tone, no line for the phone No "World's Tiniest Violin Song." And I might just lie to
All hail to thee! Thy beauty is beyond compare... When the soft white shrouds of morning dew lay down on the meadows green, Thy prais is due, but keep
