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Вершы: The Distillers. Lordy Lordy.

Oh Lordy, Lordy
Well, your head hangs below the ground
Oh Lordy, Lordy
Well, I think that?s where you?re found

And so they tell me that you ain't my friend
I'm a loss to yourself, I?ll assure you again
When you cry me some real tears, I?ll be on the run
You come near me now, girl, I?ll go get me a gun

I've never been to prison, I don't know why
I stared death down in its chambers, baby, eye to eye
If prison is a cell then it?s raging in my blood
This is a song from the heart ain't nothing else