You don't want me to think what I'm thinking Or the devil in my throat to come up And you get so nervous that everything's a joke If I have to be this lonely
Prijevod: American Music Club. Usamljeno.
club like what? Everyone got a girl by the time we leave You can best guess that people get fucked up this evening I?m an American Idol staple a maple
Where are all your brothers and sisters? 'cause I hope they're not all like you Where are all your brothers and sisters? 'cause I get so lonely when
I?m trying to pass the baton it?s time to burn it up- Shabach We on the corner with thugs streets infested with drugs even in some clubs preaching Jesus
