The fire-breathing rebels arrive at the party early Their khaki coats are hung in the closet near the fur Asking handouts from the ladies, while they
Fordítás: Phil Ochs. A párt.
There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone And you won't find me singin' on
Phil Ochs There's no place in this world where I'll belong when I'm gone And I won't know the right from the wrong when I'm gone And you won't find me
