Слова:
Flynn

I'm older than himSo you daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothersRemember life's over before it beginsSo love one another, and stand close togetherAs close as my dad did to old Errol Flynn

Time rolls the back wheels of my mind You helped me put the brakes on 'cos you're kind I wonder where you learned to be so good I wonder if I'm doing

There are ten thousand graves In Hong Kong Protestant Cemetery Every one of them says Born and died and the rest might be history Walking there I'd cry

Shore to shore, got some land between Island life is living from a cup of broken queens Hit the jackpot rolling through a pipe dream in a knot And I'm

Rob lived in a box by the rails Only thing he knew, you don't fail When you live in a box by the rails Don't comb your hair, don't comb your tail Sweep

Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin Except I've never been as sweet I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward And tickle

Well, I'm sure you're near and I can almost smell you But the winds are up at the walls again And I can hear you coming, heaven helped you coming I believe

You know he just heard The drums of war When the past Was a closing door The drums beat Into the jungle floor The past is always Closing door, closing

Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let