Letras de Musicas

Who’d have thought who’d have thought

You’d get the devil down go his knee

Holy smoke holy smoke

Only if you now believe

Hot times down to the ground

You’re causing a crowd

The trouble is pride

And you are pointing it wide

When it’s dark it’s dark

And you will lose your heart

Pick it up it up

And go back to the start

It won’t be fair

It just won’t cause there’s care

It’s not what you did

Just the things you hid from

You launched an attack with my hand on your back

There’s sweat on your chest she said, You’re too abstract

I couldn’t tell if it was subtract or plus for us

What is the fuss now i’m gonna get off the bus

You gotta leave me, you gotta leave

When it’s tough it’s tough

But who is strong enough

Don’t rush your sons

Go go go get your guns

Just hold on back

And give this thing some slack

Like I said, I’m gonna get off the bus