Testo di Jelmore

Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Well angel, mourn Sivanna Well ain't been gone too far But headed out towards Ponoma Where you won't be alone Where there's'is thrift store manager in a poke camadee Had a gas mask on his arm And one by one, by one We'll all be gone We'll all be gone by the fall We'll all be gone by the falling light Brick layer With a hat down on his feet I'll say no more I won't let no cavalry How long Will you disregard the heat? Half beat It's no misnomer though I've the feeling that I better go So I slide right out the door, oh