, straight as the crow flies A thousand pints of tar, left tired burnt eyes The distance always long, keep rolling on The highway's our own war, this
Tulkojums: Vēža Sikspārņi. Lucifers ir šūpuļkrēsls.
light, straight as the crow flies A thousand pints of tar, left tired burnt eyes The distance always long, keep rolling on The highway's our own war
