their last hopes, on him they’d hungand they weighed him like a tonbut perhaps for him, he’d none much left to lose;tony, don’t sweat it, keep your hands steadyyou were born on a dare, but you were born readycut the red wire, or was that the green
their last hopes, on him they’d hungand they weighed him like a tonbut perhaps for him, he’d none much left to lose;tony, don’t sweat it, keep your hands steadyyou were born on a dare, but you were born readycut the red wire, or was that the green
