That is how it happened and i pray to the wind often
WalkaWalka Reviewed by WalkaWalka on . Saterday night ride The clock on the wall reads us 5 hours late Her moms on the front porch In her eyes a look of hate In her her one hand a bottle jack in her other hand a gun I hope that old bitch can't hold it up straight Gota help me out again wind Hole in my dad's pickup aint gona make him my friend Can't get out, can't negotiate I move now She's coming with me Theres still more fun to be had Rating: 5