so far from home my mistakes go on and on in truth I hate to be alone Its in my blood and its in my bones its in my heart and soul and when im gone
along so far from home my mistakes go on and on in truth I hate to be alone Its in my blood and its in my bones its in my heart and soul and when im
I am just a man of blood and bone And simple means That old bossman works my body long and hard But on the weekends you know I'm free Got me a crosstown
'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there were no prisons,
the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there
clean the sewers? Who'd mend my television? Wouldn't people lay about without some supervision? Who'd drive the fire engines? Who'd fix my video? If there
fingers and toes Fair well my lovely, blood-curdling scenery Chateau, Braille, Capon, an allure Alcazar, on the balcony, dunkin' donuts in Java Last my
