we set our sights, all that we are is a far cry And out of our mouths come dying sighs Although we look so good in the moonlight Oh my God... the lives
high we set our sights, all that we are is a far cry And out of our mouths come dying sighs Although we look so good in the moonlight Oh my God... the
fiftey stitches in my gourd Was it dreamin' about bourban in the trama ward Well I knew I was surely gonna end up dead If I didn't embrace coffee, God
