I won't break this, it took so long to make this The life I lead is getting through to me I won't take this, took so long to get rid of this Anything
Oversættelse: Dage af den nye. Våben \u0026amp; The Wound.
I won't break this It took so long to make this The life I lead is getting through to me I won't take this Took so long to get rid of this Anything
is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
your peeps Inscribed in a peasants palm is a blessed psalm If you draw and your weapons wrong, there ain't no stepping on My forty five is my weapon My
need painting over rust ooh painting over rust... These are the days of rolling dice sortin' out who's to sacrifice when love lies wounded in the dust these are the days
best is a sweet memory It's a new path that we trod They say low wages are a reality If we want to compete abroad My cruel weapons have been put on the