the floor Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own A sister who dont love him and a father who's no more Angel's, angel's trumpets, angel's trumpets
floor Now he's got a new bed, a bathroom of his own A sister who dont love him and a father who's no more Angel's, angel's trumpets, angel's trumpets
If I thought I could fit in 'Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn How to blend in to this mess Where nothin's hard, nothin's precious And nothin's
If I thought I could fit in 'Cause I, I once heard That you gotta learn How to blend in to this mess Where nothin's hard Nothing's precious And nothin's
, day upon day Day upon day Pray the holy war is ending Like the films of the Hollywood And the trumpet?s blast is blending With the crack of burning Wood
If I thought I could fit in 'Cause I, I once heard that you gotta learn how to blend in to this mess Where nothin's hard nothin's precious and nothin's
