Yeah, we're gonna burn, burn, burn And we're gonna shine, shine, shine Even if it wears us out or takes us out past These county lines, we're sick of
Tulkojums: Elms. Burn Un Shine.
Yeah, we're gonna burn, burn, burn. And we're gonna shine, shine, shine. Even if it wears us out, or takes us out past these county lines. We're sick
