the fires unknown Into oblivion Through sticks and stones Pick up the phone My jacks are all blown Oh, these nights out alone Come carry me home A habit hard to break Take me home
the fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home
Översättning: Hellacopters. Carry Me Home.
: Well, you think you're sitting pretty, But you're sitting on a powder keg. Well, you think you're standing steady, But you're weak as a matchstick
fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home
Well, you think you're sitting pretty, But you're sitting on a powder keg. Well, you think you're standing steady, But you're weak as a matchstick leg
