Letra

Everywhere I go I've got holes in my hands I'd rather be sick and I'd rather be dead I don't know where I went before Everybody's calling me such a bore Let it roll Everywhere I go I've got holes in my hands I'd rather be sick and I'd rather be dead I don't know where I went before Everybody's calling me such a bore Let it roll
Writer(s): John Barrett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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