have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to cry
Превод: Неедхам, Џими. Ограда Ридерс.
And have you not role your eyes Can I weep about my maker And the way he died I know it don't make sense To those who ride the fence But I'm so out to