Any kind of fool with the will to live
Tries to
At the end of the day
There's no food on our
I haven't time to sympathize
With all this nonsense and your
It isn't what it used to be
I wake up every
[Incomprehensible]
Once in a while I need a friend
So why won't
In a manger like Christ I lay
Yellow fever, yellow hay
Feel
Pictures of an image of a person who could not
