In our town there are no roads no land to call our own but i will sing sing sing a song through the radio wires and into my bones! oh! they're cold
I told the captain i could work no more! there was a day when these saints would stand at my door! and now the city follows me around. where once was
It was always loud while it was snowing i didnt know, just where i was going and they shut down all the buildings, and the machines, they had to go home
I was a belljar i had a small part singing to the whores, singing through my door. on a cold day, the boats in the bay the ships go to battle. their
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(Serge Lama - Claude Perraudin) Mes mains, mes pauvres mains, Cherchant vaille que vaille A debusquer tes seins Sous ta cotte de mailles, Tes freres
