Got my fever down, then weighed it up, and know the. Sounds remaining won't strain all the silt from my eyes. Bleach the green from the pastures, feast on the grey.
Millionaire say. Got a big shot deal. And thrown it all away but. But I'm not too sure. How I'm supposed to feel. Or what I'm supposed to say. But I'm not, not sure,.
I can't release you. You're a madman. Need help to. Madman, madman. . You're tied to alcohol. It starts to take its toll. Madman, madman. Oh, madman. .
I can't release you. You're a madman. Need help to. Madman, madman. . You're tied to alcohol. It starts to take its toll. Madman, madman. Oh, madman. .