Перевод: Охотник. Blindman.
lands Nobody wants to hear your voice Bring your news, wisdom of life In whipping dance of sicken choice Fearless wretch, insanity He's running blind
it up like shell-shock And to this fabulous waste Come and deliver yourselves I says come and eat up something Deliver yourselves With wet cherries on a Blind
know how hard it is to live without it Lord I must have been blind Lord I must have been blind Lord I must have been blind Lord I must have been blind
permanent vacation A recycled retired failed operation Self-indulge as you succumb to this me-generation Pay no attention to the signals they send Turn a blind
