Слова:
Hellacopters Carry Me Home

the fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home

: Well, you think you're sitting pretty, But you're sitting on a powder keg. Well, you think you're standing steady, But you're weak as a matchstick

the fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home

the fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home

the fires unknown into obliveon through sticks and stones pick up the phone - my jacks are all blown oh these nights out alone come carry me home a habit hard to break take me home