Вершы: Franklin Delano. Come Home. Dead Racoon.

Big a ds turn heads
Bring your family in
Kids are free
You can apply within

You love Jesus but Jesus loves me
I'm so sorry but that's how it is

I'm a dead racoon
Splattered on the street
Each little chop is flirting
With a torn tire piece

We are all alone here and we're dead
Mercy, have mercy on me