Things were good for a, couple of minutes. But now it's one hard faith. The super marking card makes you home. I push it by myself I'm your brave little soldier. And everything will be alright
you blow your top instead. It's a fact that you ain't livin'. Jack, you're dead. . When you just ain't got nobody. Since you gone and lost your head. Rigor mortis has set in, daddy. Jack, you're