, In the land of the free ride, And I can't pull it any longer, The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses, Like a
In the land of the free ride And I can't pull it any longer The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses Like a stone
Tulkojums: Killers. Bling (Atzīšanās Of King).
roadside, In the land of the free ride, And I can't pull it any longer, The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses, Like a
In the land of the free ride, And I can't pull it any longer, The sun is beating down my neck So I ran with the devil Left a trail of excuses, Like a