Текст песни Dodgers - Fyrce Muons

Going my implode
Fortune silver lode
Stranger writes my name
Reasons are the same

Folding die a waste
Floating my old age
Shooting like old times
Really tight on time

Going down the precipice
Going down the highway hiss

Closing the die old Cain
Shooting no more things
Missing all the time
Saving all the time

Crazy heroin
Lake is ribald cyst
Racing like the wind
Cannons shoot into mist

Can you see a beauty be
Folding up a chair to see