In this atmosphere in which all is cold and inert, I catch you in a photo sink into a cloud. A rusty gray background choked by cement where millions of
In this atmosphere in which all is cold and inert, I catch you in a photo sink into a cloud. A rusty gray background choked by cement where millions
great man In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With a long rusty Jason Dumped the
brew or two, When out in the night they hear woo-wooo-wooo. And here comes this ghost, lookin' ragged and rank, In a rusty suit of armor, goin' clank
man In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement Shaking his scabs, crack bag, stabbed up four times, strong! With a long rusty Jason Dumped the smoldering
