The Whitlams feat. Torcha of A Broken Silence and the Queensland Orchestra все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
- The Road Is Lost
can you picture a little boy dragging wood down the lane
grandma waiting for him brother playing outside in the rain
wishing it all to end enraged by the slaughtering
thoughts explode like my heads a grenade and i drawed the pin
talking to men with one choice to run off or defend
must punish to win, gotta let that gun off for ya kin
the only laws is ‘no laws at all’ once it begins