Hah, that's just the sound of the Hen'. True Story, that's what we call it. Thank God for the thugs too. Buddy Roe. Drop the top and let the sunshine in.
I want a girl, girl that won't talk back. And a job, job that gives me slack. And a car, car that won't break down. In the heat of Los Angeles. . I want to go, go without a map.
Behind the wind and trees. [Incomprehensible] obstacles we see. [Incomprehensible] it brings these walls to life. . You owned us, you called us. Your own possession.