I turned the radio on,
AC/DC were playing –
breaking cans
against the walls.
I thought, I have a life –
better than this.
Ripped with moans
of delight.
But then,no roses, no forests.
And a woman,
alone with her life.
Maybe, I was wrong?
I turned the radio on,
AC/DC were playing –
breaking cans
against the walls.
I thought, I have a life –
better than this.
Ripped with moans
of delight.
But then,no roses, no forests.
And a woman,
alone with her life.
Maybe, I was wrong?