3 acessos
This song, er, I wrote, er, for Richard Nixon on a Halloween.
I want to dedicate it to Ronald Reagan.
Across from behind my window screen
Demon is dancing down the scene
In a crucial parody
Demon is dancing down the scene
He is calling and throwing
His arms up in the air
And no one is there
All of them are missing as the game
Comes to a start
No one is there
Some are calling, some are sad
Some are calling him mad
No one is there
Across from behind your window screen
Demon is dancing down the scene
In a crucial parody
Demon is dancing down the scene
He is calling and throwing
His arms up in the air
And no one is there
All of them are missing as the game
Comes to a start
No one is there
And no sound has them declared
To be missing
To be missing
To be missing