The Groundhogs piosenki

For seven hours six miles above the ground, Each trip is a year off my life Just longing for the minute we're down, Like sitting on the edge of a knife Apprehension is itching my stomach, Anticipation of the things ahead This coffee doesn't help the...

How many more years? Have I got to let you dog me around How many more years? Oh, I got to let you dog me around I'd soon rather be dead Sleeping six feet in the ground I'm gonna fall on my knees I'm gonna raise up my right hand I'm gonna fall on my k...