Aha. Uhm. . Round here they sing broken hymns. They prayers flow better when they're soaked in gin. The amp's dusty and sits in the corner. By bartender that'll pickpocket your heart.
Aha. Uhm. 1, 2, now. . Round here they sing broken hymns. The prayers flow better when I'm soaked they're gin. The air is rusty and sits in the corner.