Текст песни Marilyn Manson - Prelude (The Family Trip)
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Текст песни Marilyn Manson - Prelude (The Family Trip)
(this is some shit off the Willie Wonka movie, in some parts you can't really hear what he says but this is what it sounds like) There's no earthly way of knowing which direction we are going There's no knowing where we're rowing or which way the river's flowing Is it raining? Is it snowing? Is a hurricane a blowing? Not a spec of light is showing so the danger must be growing Are the fires of Hell a glowing? Is the grizzly reaper mowing? YES!!! ( ) The danger must be growing for the rowers keep on rowing and they're certainly not showing