10 нояб. 2007 г., 11:01
4 мин за четене
ALICE COOPER
Brutal Planet
We're spinning round on this ball of hate
There's no parole, there's no great escape
We're sentenced here until the end of days
And then my brother there's a price to pay
We're only human, we were born to die
Without the benefit of reason why
We live for pleasure - to be satisfied
And now it's over there's no place to hide
Why don't you, come down to
It's such a brutal planet ...
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