All the people gather round. And see the sun set high. Leaders and your disused milk. Will quietly pass you by. . What will it be. My melody will set you free.
There's that house where I used to live. Here comes that man, Christ, he gives me a headache. I don't like all these sharks in the city. They don't do much for me anyway.
All the people gather round. And see the sun set high. Leaders and your disused milk. Will quietly pass you by. . What will it be. My melody will set you free.