Boarded up Yeah, we're boarded up Nailed up shut Yeah, we're boarded up Music venue has had it's day Death watch Beetle band moved in to play Groups
A lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth Church of women is made out of milk Which their love turns to butter Church of women will have you give praise
In my heart, in my heart You want some lovely, I got some lovely I've got some lovely in my head, in my head Where the lions, wear the right eye, Where
I'm the man who murdered love Yeah, what do you think to that? I'm the man who murdered love Yeah, what do you think to that? He was begging on his bended
I'm standing, standing in for Joe Joe called 'round to ask me, would I do a favor While he's gonna be out of town Says his girl needs company, she gets
I'm stupidly happy Everything's fine I'm stupidly happy My heart pumping wine I'm stupidly happy With idiot grin I'm stupidly happy It's surely a sin
Well, I stumbled and I fell Like a wounded horse When I found out you'd been riding Another man Well, I staggered round in circles On a loser's course
I climb up, spending daylight Slide down, bankrupt on the other side Some sweet girl, playing my wife Runs off with a boy whose bike she'll ride Playground
homegrown tomatoes There's only two things that money can't buy That's true love and home grown tomatoes Home grown tomatoes What would life be like without homegrown
homegrown tomatoes Homegrown tomatoes, homegrown tomatoes What'd life be without homegrown tomatoes Only two things that money can't buy And that's true love and homegrown tomatoes Homegrown
Do you remember who you believe angel When the chart was in the rise Do you remember your leader angel For the people and the lies ?. mmmm, yeah Does
Homegrown's all right with me. Homegrown is the way it should be. Homegrown is a good thing. Plant that bell and let it ring. The sun comes up in the
out & pick me a big one Homegrown tomatoes homegrown tomatoes What'd life be without homegrown tomatoes Only two things that money can't buy That's true love & homegrown
Fordítás: A Kék Kutyák. Homegrown Paradicsom.
Fordítás: John Denver. Homegrown Paradicsom.
Fordítás: A. Homegrown terrorizmus.
