3 acessos
They groan as she passes, their time's gone by,
They wasted their lives in anger and sighs.
They groan as she passes, and make a few cracks,
Once it is gone, it don't come back.
They groan as she passes, she don't even see them,
Their sons are not here, but someday they will be them.
And groan as she passes, and whisper "Oh, fuck,"
My best years are gone, and I'm shit out of luck.
I'm shit out of luck.