Do you hear that whistle wail? Think the end is coming in? But I'm a whole lot worse than well But I'm determined to slip this skin And I know your dying
Do you hear that whistle wail? Think the end is coming in? But I?m a whole lot worse than well But I?m determined to slip this skin And I know your dying
Do you hear that whistle wail? I think the engines coming in But I?m a whole lot worse than well But I?m determined to slip this skin And I know your
I've got a baby's clean conscience. I walk around with my head off And in the state of the big sky The ground holds on to my grandpa's I'm always walking
Traduction: The Gaslight Anthem. Casanova, Baby!.
