Night Terrors Of 1927 - Perfect Day

Текст песни

Some taste of the sky
Kids are up and running towards it
Mama dries her eyes
Coffee’s on, she’s ready for him
No matter what she does
It’ll never be enough
Her kids will disappear
Bus pulls in, the door rolls open
Mama hides her tears
Dishes done, her fate’s been chosen
She’s got daddy’s gun
Knows how to load it up