Dalszövegek
Cochrane Tom Ragged Ass Road

She's got a place where she likes to hide from this Where someday somewhere somehow She's gonna take a ride from this Running from a holy host of dark

I'm so tired of all this crap That falls from you like rain Do you think that I'm that naive Or have you gone insane You can fly six thousand miles And

You talk as if in riddles You talk as if in rhymes Down in the lion's lair Stroke yourself to feel so fine And what are you afraid of? Afraid to get

Just a song before I leave A few words to believe in A touch we'll both remember in time Like a warm fire in December They'll remind us who is real And

I find it hard to imagine This world without guns and wars When we have our own private battles Our own bashing and slamming of doors What makes us want