Tekst:
Bush In A Lonely Place

such a thing spoil A whole nation and turn it up into a turmoil Stealths wipin out every man's health Bombers got sisters brothers daddies and lonely

a labyrinth, walled in by ruins and rocks ivy-clad, perhaps this strange place had once been a palace, where now viole(n)t bushes bear dark thorns instead. A

that we're under But everyone knows that everyday's a different number So when your time comes, just remember G You'll always have a place in this world as a

, alms for a miserable woman, on a miserable chilly mornin'! Thank ya, sir, thank ya... How would ya like a little muff, dear a little jig-jig, a little

upon the hill. MRS. MEDLOCK: He's a hunchback, you see. And a sour young man he was, and got no good of all his mobney and a big place till he were married

' life, youknahmsayin, but uhh we gotta maintain youknahmsayin evade all the problems and danger brought on by accounts of struggle (struggle) in society, a.k.a. the streets, a.k.a

a labyrinth, walled in by ruins and rocks ivy-clad, perhaps this strange place had once been a palace, where now viole(n)t bushes bear dark thorns instead. A

Something strong was pulling at my head Pulling at my heart Wild flower, growing in all the wrong places Wild flower, so lonely ?neath that lovely rose bush

I'll witness your hair grow] On a summer day, There's a village way, And the leaves are golden, And the trees are colder, And crouch into a bush like a