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Clutch Slow Hole To China

Dig a slow hole to China Blacker than a miner No turn un-stoned I tremble Hold my candle's handle Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the

Traducere: Ambreiaj. Hole lent China.

Well, my senses are sharpened I'm half in the bag I got a Cheshire smile and A five cent rag. Day of the jackalope Abandon all ye faithful Abandon

Organ grinder's henchmen shaking their coins in time- "Guild of Mute Assassins will convene at a quarter to nine." Behind the court house atop a scaffold

Oh, I seen him walkin' On down that road He got a broken push cart With a heavy load Oh, Lord have mercy Upon my wicked soul Ah, he looked right at me

Went out the back of Halifax All the way to Virginia, Fairfax It wasn't weird enough So I went west to Oregon All I, All I wonder While I run Is what

You look so good while you're riding On your pterodactyl Storming castles with abandon And rainbows by fistfuls Now lets go dancing madly backwards While

Blackjack booted demons Have surrounded my home Got dogs and 'copters and keep ringing my phone Well I don't know if I'm coming or going If it'