Testi musica canzoni

Lite the match,
Burn the flower,
Leave behind,
All the wrong.
Why be sad?
Heaven
Modern day, prohibition!
Are we men?
Are we children?
At what age, can I choose.
How to live.
The only real problem is storing real good drugs.
Haven't we learned our lesson?
The corner store sells finer scotch.
But whose got a gun powder?
We trust in what is ours..
The country aint a big surprise, and I find it abused.
Then who the fuck are you to judge me