Songteksten

Look at this green fly crawling 'cross my page Look at all the ants in splintered frosted glaze Many are called but few get up. Will you? Such a lot of work that we all can do, You can do it all, live, love, move and do. Many are called but few get up, Will you? My eyes are burning, My mind is opening.
Writer(s): Mike Jones, Martin Ace, Deke Leonard, Clive John, Terry Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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