Sugar Glyder
Without One
Sentiment wrapped in paperlacks the punchof a tongue,so give me my gun and give me my sword;be not my deathbut be my reward.We're close.We're going out of our wayhanging our hopes on a "maybe I'm crazy."Shoulder coldfrom the shake down,not to fear what's to come.So give me my gun and give me my sword;be not my deathbut be my reward.We're close.We're going out of our wayhanging our hopes on a "maybe I'm crazy."And for the rest of my lifeI thought I'd be doing just finewithout one.
From Letras Mania