You know it ain't easy. For these thoughts here to leave me. There's no words to describe it. In French or in English. . Well, diamonds, they fade. And flowers, they bloom.
To all those people doing lines. Don't do it, don't do it. Inject your soul with liberty. It's free, it's free. . To all the kids with heroin eyes. Don't do it, don't do it.
You know it ain't easy. For these thoughts here to leave me. There are no words to describe it. In French or in English. . Well, diamonds they fade. And flowers they bloom.
Say, Judas came up to D.C.. He'd been down in Georgia for a while. He drove a 944, he bought with the soul. Of a blond-headed kid with a left-handed guitar.