Στοίχοι:
Big Country Beautiful People

your lives You ain't worshiping I How did you manage to ruin such a beautiful planet? The turn of the times left my continents and countries Ridden with murder and crime, earthly decline People

Many, many years ago When this land was young A lot of our country was covered By big tall beautiful trees And men had to have the trees To make wood

take it to the pawn shop My heart's in the highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the black swan Big white clouds like chariots that

my ashtray and put my cigar out once my high is gone with the wind i grab my lighter then i flick then i again briefly take a chronic break weed headache big

White people are so scared of black people They bulldoze out to the country And put up houses on little loop-d-loop streets And while America gets its

to Cape Cod It's them doggone big ol' city buildings I'm ridin' to escape from Ridin' to a small town Ridin' to a small town Yo, I ride past beautiful

puttana. FZ: He's on television set. Massimo: E non cagarmi il cazzo. Stumuk: A non cacarmil catzo. Massimo: 'Cause I have a big bunch of minchia! Stumuk: A big

Help me big up Jamaica The land of wood and water The systems might no proper But we love the vibes the food and the culture Woi, can't you see The beauty

Mr. DeMille. (A long embrace.) NORMA Last time I saw you was some place terribly gay. I was dancing on a table. DEMILLE A lot of people were. Lindbergh