ivan cunningham's freedom pie letter from jiang qing şarkı sözleri
These are the prairies
To forecast on the wall
So that I
May ride on
Drinking, Leaning
Only my forefingers
Make me fanatical
Nuclei
Let them try
Sideswipe, back hand, five star
Oh no
What happened?
Mayday, mayday, mayday
Never cease
Like wind at the morning
Praises, prayers
Galloping from nowhere
