Thou shalt rock

I cant help about the shape I'm in
I cant sing, I aint pretty and my legs are thin.
But dont ask me what I think of you,
I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Oh well...

Now, when I talked to God I knew he'd understand
He said, stick by my side and I'll be your guiding hand.
But dont ask me what I think of you,
I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Oh well...



Ésakkor öregszünk kicsit, meg népszerűek leszünk, de a dög ottmarad makacsul a gitárban, meg a hangban.



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Tizenegyedik parancsolat: Zúzz felebarátaiddal, mert hallám, hogy az jó.