Suddenly it appeard a week ago
Upon the range for themselves
The cheeto luggi's had attracted worms
And all my horses sad in hell
What about the gate with cheese made half cloth them?
What about the faces in the rain?
What about the people on the train that night?
What about these feelings I have faked?
The deal never polcked on that think of mine
Upon the range for themselves
The cheeto luggi's had attracted worms
And all my horses sad in hell
What about the gate with cheese made half cloth them?
What about the faces in the rain?
What about the people on the train that night?
What about these feelings I have faked?
The deal never polcked on that think of mine