He was talkin' 'bout the army while he passed his pipe around An American deserter who found peace on Swedish ground He had joined to seek adventure and
Things look bad from over here Too much confusion and no solution Everyone here knows your fear You're out of touch and you try too much Yesterday's
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What gives you the right? Hey you To stand there and tell me what to do Tell me who gave you the power? To stop me from livin' like I do Remember if
has it's share of injustice Kind was the spirit in many a way But it's protectors and friends have been sleeping Now it's a monster and will not obey
You've filled this house with things of gold While handing crumbs to the old and poor And then you preach about being pure And wonder why we're laughing
Превод: Степпенуолф. Чудовиште.
Превод: Степпенуолф. Чудовиште / самоубиство / америка.
