Tekster:
Simply Red Out On The Range

It's lonely out on the range That open space they call country I wanted you, I couldn't have you Your pills left you kind of deranged Hopelessly caged

: It's lonely out on the range That open space they call country I wanted you, I couldn't have you Your pills left you kind of deranged Hopelessly caged

: It's lonely out on the range That open space they call country I wanted you, I couldn't have you Your pills left you kind of deranged Hopelessly caged

in the steets, too much he and she said Wanted by feds, reg say they wanted ? dust and not toomb? So I keep my eyes red and I stay in my room I'm praying

danger lurkin Blastin the mad streets and merkin Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans Curtains for anybody perpin Leave in a hearse for certain Blood on

, Have some madeira, m'dear. Then there flashed through her mind what her mother had said With her antepenultimate breath, "Oh my child, should you look on the wine that is red

danger lurkin Blastin the mad streets and merkin Shot at strangers from out the Ranges and Suburbans Curtains for anybody perpin Leave in a hearse for certain Blood on

laid eyes on him, all the girls in the BIG SWIFTY Steno Pool KNEW . . . here was a nocturnal, gregarious wild swine ON HIS WAY UP . . . a PECCARY of

I'm on the run like Jesus The first chapter was sadness but this one is madness Killers on our asses, plus I'm in 'suit, winney badges Red and blue light