Tekst:
Show Of Hands Tall Ships

poor hearts is all we ask. (Sung) On the skyline the tall ships sail by, Bound for London, their decks piled high; Fruits of warmer lands, Passing through our hands

got my eye on you You got me so excited, so what you gonna do? I dig deep like the ship sunk, saw Pink cutie wink once Had on fitted jeans, thong showing

can be found here!) And why must eyes face this Unearthly show of morbid climate Behind the Neptune hillsides They say the towers stand tall Built by hands

weep and mourn They never know when they will return "Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall

a need to see your fucking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fucking hands [Kanye West:] Uh, The best living or dead hands down, huh Less

and mourn They never know when they will return "Well, there's four and twenty all in a row My true love he makes the finest show He's proper, tall,

flavour Soul chasers on the move Waiting for the kill My future plan I was sending it right down To never land The one who felt the fiend's hand Will understand That my ship

can be found here!) And why must eyes face this Unearthly show of morbid climate Behind the Neptune hillsides They say the towers stand tall Built by hands

treasure can be found here!) And why must eyes face this Unearthly show of morbid climate Behind the Neptune hillsides They say the towers stand tall Built by hands