اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Right now if we wait
For the opportunity
Then we would see
The sun is reversing
Ah, plasticine walls forever
And overly happy
With your aloof scene
Go off the ledge to snow
Wish them good night
Oh gorgeous madman
You are illuminated
Ah, if he preached
The words they beat on
And ignored him
With their moral in lust
Whose four-inch dagger
Blind your mother's eye to stop
Oooh, are you ugly
Silly boys love you
Yeah, sit up
They're armed with hooks
They'll harm her
You're smashed with Ignace
Hark and enamour me
May I survive?
Oh, Sir Army Suit
You're psychic
