Текст песни Jesus On Extasy - Dead Presidents
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Текст песни Jesus On Extasy - Dead Presidents
Hey Mr. Franklin it's good to have you with meLet's go for a walkI know I killed my ideals, but that is just my dealYou shouldn't judge too hardToday, I realized my life has changedAnd I have to cope with myself I sold my soul( )sold my souljust for money to earnI sold my soulbut I got so many lessons to learnAnd those dead presidents were never my friendsI'll never be happy in the end Hey Mr. Bankman take care of my account please,I got lots on itBut isn't it ironic that all I never dreamed ofBecomes my nightmare nowAnd I don't have the strength to carry onBut now it's too late to go back