اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Low, she sell the skis, Jesus Christ, won't you falling?
Hear the cries, won't you follow them
Down on the ground, down on my head
Under the Moon, won't you follow them?
Oh, what you lost will be given, what you lost
Oh, the Sun sat down on me, but you lost it all over the Moon
Now there's rioting in the streets
Especially red-eyed over in the streets
The militants are singing, we play with the blood
People screaming, but you're loud
At over the Moon, at over the Moon
At over the Moon, over the Moon
