The wild boys are calling On their way back from the fire In august moon’s surrender to A dust cloud on the rise Wild boys fallen far from glory Reckless and so...
The wild boys are calling On their way back from the fire In august moon’s surrender to A dust cloud on the rise Wild boys fallen far from glory Reckless and so...
Theres a lady whos sure All that glitters is gold And shes buying a stairway to heaven When she gets there she knows If the stores are all closed With a word she can get...