More altered lyrics
Aug. 14th, 2007 08:47 pmSurely an escape route is available, the harlequin told the robber.
Chaos abounds and there is no surcease.
Merchants imbibe my liqeurs, farmers prepare my fields.
There isn't anyone who will be truthful on this mark,
not anyone of any value.
Chaos abounds and there is no surcease.
Merchants imbibe my liqeurs, farmers prepare my fields.
There isn't anyone who will be truthful on this mark,
not anyone of any value.