Irish guy in deep blue Massachusetts with magat neighbors. How is this timeline real?
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
I love you more than words can tell
Listen to the river sing sweet songs
To rock my soul
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
*Eve of Distruction
But when you return, it’s the same old place
The poundin’ of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead but don’t leave a trace
Hate your next door neighbor but don’t forget to say grace
*Eve of Distruction