got a knife to my brain alright she got a knife to my head alright Put down the knife I thought i told ya Put down the knife You poke your eye out
she got a knife to my brain alright she got a knife to my head alright Put down the knife I thought i told ya Put down the knife You poke your eye out
Everyday on my way home The clouds would break And the angels would sing their refrain This world's an ungodly place Strangled by vines unchaste So with
Everyday on my way home The clouds would break and the angels Would sing their refrain This world's an ungodly place Strangled by vines unchaste
Превод: Calexico. Писмо до Bowie Knife.
