of earth for a markin' stone Two miles of earth for a markin' stone In the town of Spring Hill you don't sleep easy Often the Earth will tremble and
I set a friend of mine up on a date And I told him I'd watch his boy for the day And we had a ball playin' games, eatin' dogs Riding rides at the county
treizieme etage je contemplais la Lune, Les soirs ou il neigeait le sac poubelle faisait la luge, Aux ULIS les meres envoient les enfants pauvres en colo, 400 balles
Traducere: Wills, Mark. Balon Song.
