Оригинален текст
Rifle through your desk
From a hundred yards away,
Camouflaged in pigeon shit,
High on the tower of brotherly love.
A hopeless romantic,
Cupid's arrow seeds itself in splintered
Mahogany.
Rifle through your desk
From a hundred yards away,
Camouflaged in pigeon shit,
High on the tower of brotherly love.
A hopeless romantic,
Cupid's arrow seeds itself in splintered
Mahogany.