Songtexte:
Richard Cliff From A Distance

Übersetzung: Richard Cliff. From A Distance.

failure of a father The torment of a son Is a recipe to justify The worst that could be done He'll destroy us unless we call a halt Should the bastard

tha station I could tell from a distance he were wearing foundation He paints his fingernails black An It looks quite poor It looks like he?s caught his fingers in a

of a FAMOUS (and conveniently placed) MOUNTAIN, and into a strange cave on the edge of a cliff, not far from a LITTLE TWISTED TREE . . . with eyes on

tha station I could tell from a distance he were wearing foundation He paints his fingernails black An It looks quite poor It looks like he?s caught his fingers in a