. ohhhhh, ohhhhh. We were just lonely kids. living in a faded town. We were just lonely kids. Just. Why did you come around here, knocking at my door. With your painted face, asking for more. In the temple
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord. He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,. He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword. His