This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
This time the bullet cold rocked ya. A yellow ribbon instead of a swastika. Nothin proper about ya propaganda. Fools follow rules when the set commands ya. Said it was blue. When ya blood was
. You're in the suburbs waiting for somewhere to go. I'm down here working on some dumb show In a raintown, raintown, rain down. On all those tired eyes and tears, and frowns. Raintown, raintown, rain
air. Brown skin, blue collar. And the wind blowing in my hair And I wrote you this little note. And I never even sent the letter. But I still want you to know. I found a place I feel a whole lot