He walks alone
With legs tied
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?
He walks alone
With tongue dried
Whose tears are meant
To moist it?
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?
And shall his fickle soul forget about
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?
Christmas Morning: Busza's in the Garage?