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Długi Bill wraca z Kolorado
Pustym traktem konia gna
Długi Bill wraca z Kolorado
Ma za pasem kolty dwa
Ma za pasem kolty, ma kolty dwa
Długi Bill wraca z Kolorado
Pewnie zaraz będzie tu
Długi Bill wraca z Kolorado
Co ja biedna powiem mu
Co ja biedna powiem, co powiem mu
Pachnie bez w majowych podmuchach
Czarny bez
Pachnie bez i szemrze do ucha
Strzeż się , strzeż
Długi Bill wraca z Kolorado
Pod kopytem pryska piach
Długi Bill wraca z Kolorado
Co to będzie myśleć strach
Co to teraz będzie aż myśleć strach

Długi Bill wraca z Kolorado
Pustym traktem.... itd.

To nie Bill wraca z Kolorado
To z westernu wraca Stach
To nie Bill wraca z Kolorado
Co to będzie myśleć strach
Co to teraz będzie aż myśleć strach 3 x

Season of the undead nears
Lying waiting the rite
Spiritual visions appear
To fulfill the prophecy

These walls stained
By blood of immortality
Haunted through centiries
By souls of morality

Laid down to rest
In unholy ground
Ancient creation man
Supposed to never appear.

These walls stained
By blood of immortality
Haunted through centiries
By souls of morality

Season of the undead nears
Lying waiting the rite
Spiritual...

Burn down the buildings, riot in the streets,
Just stay out of my neighbourhood,
Carry your banners in your protest march,
But I don t feel it does any good

I might agree with everything that you do,
But if I m part of...

Fifteen years old, thought I was in love
I was never told, sex is like drugs
Too much ll drive you crazy -- in fact
the brother was so good, had me comin back
Took my virginity, like he took my heart
I had to...

Rent to the landlord baby, that s his business, that s his business, that s his business
Rent to the landlord baby, that s his business, that s his business, that s his business
Papa used to tell me it was the electric, the electric, the electric
Mama used to tell me it...

Sometimes when I m walking down this lonely street,
Well, it sure don t seem like twenty years,
Since I went walking down this lonely street
And the smell of perfumed ladies filled the air

This street ain t got no name, dead end is...