Fredrik
Evil and I
Didn't get to bed until late in the morningRan my father's truck all afternoonHe whispered what the local newspaper wroteOur town, in despair, had put a stop to crimeI took two golden locks I found in the parkAnd put them in the locker with my name onWhen the stroke occurred nothing could have stopped meI'm glad they bashed his head inOut here in the open wild all the people are niceBut December called for actionWhat if Father Christmas went black?That dog, he would lose a generationI wish I never met her mother at churchGod bless, but not the PalestiniansWe could analyse what has caused me so much painI didn't mean it
From Letras Mania