Junkies On The Farm
A Nyughatatlan
In the barn
He is drunk
He is not alone
A good time girl
In his arm
Everybody junkie in the Farm
Escape the girls
From the boss
And the jeulos guys
With the guns
This story
Is not a tail
Everybody go to the county jail
20 years behind the wall, the bible was invented
And the jailbirds sing haleluja
Love your enemies,
Be good and lend,
Expecting nothing in return,
And find your self the end,
You will be sons of the Most High,
Not junkies in the farm.
There is a man
In the barn
He is drunk
He is not alone
A good time girl
in his arm
Everybody junkie in the Farm
Escape the girls
From the boss
And the jeulos guys
With the guns
This story
is not a tail
Everybody go to the county jail
20 years behind the wall, the bible was invented
And the jailbirds sing haleluja
Love your enemies,
Be good and lend,
Expecting nothing in return,
And find your self the end,
You will be sons of the Most High,
Not junkies in the farm.
The jailbirds sing haleluja
Every junkie go the county jail