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Crimea The Tragedy Rocks

Fordítás: A Krím. Tragédia Rocks.

All this talk about Adam and Eve Doesn't cut the mustard with this little piggy When people start going ballistic It's just not cricket All these words

Though we seldom get annoyed That's our choice On this bad ass earth On a scale of one to ten Let's pretend Life's a six or seven Could have sworn

Ching ching, here comes the money Ching ching, here comes the cash Oh no, I won?t be a minute Oh no, I never come back And it?s getting dangerous now

For you my feather The war is over Six shoulders divide your six stone Jesus Christ the coward Only lasted 40 days, My baby went all the way Everything

Only when I know You are impossible More so than the arrival of a little fat Greek With bow and arrow Only then can this old dog get up and go To where

Girl with a smile Says to guy on his knees Have you lost your mind Or were you just dropped as a child Guy who's had enough Says to girl who's had enough

I was born, by the acorn tree, where we first made love Legs akimbo, sunny side up, I remember you buttercup Another murder mystery, rocked the neighborhood, rocked

Straight out of high school And into the jungle Searching for Tarzan who might be Dad You kick like a mule Short of an Oscar And screaming blue murder