Testo di The Pop Song

Children died too serve my... I tied a rope I tied a lullaby and lala I said I tatter way up high and when you lay yourself down to rest Sometimes a lemon flyeying though your head your growing older your growing older your growing old you got let down you had to tell your lie down on the grind your seen way way up high and when when you lay yourself down to bed through your rolling victims and silence-head