اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Come to from slumber on bed's soft tundra
Murky with mourn beside dead uniform
And I wish and I hope
And I wish and I hope
With long drag on me smoke
And I wish and I hope
That I'll stalk the corridors once more
Please, Sir let me return, if only for a term (how I yearn)
It's glee, Sir, with your hot breath upon me (gob gurning in fury)
But
I only winded that lad before he bolted
And
I only fumbled that lass, besides, I was revolted
So for forgiveness
With me boyz as witness
Take these chips with cheese
As an offering of peace
