She gently falls asleep Her head is laid upon my lap. The highway sings a soothing lullaby. My daughter here beside me My little boy is in the backseat
Stay in your playpen boy, and babble for your formula and cried You pacified, this lullaby from the black butterfly Chorus: Tha Truth Here comes the rain again Falling
more Babylon fall (x2) These days every man want to be a god. Lay down the gun every man on the floor. But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role. Because he pull out
, more Babylon fall (x2) These days every man want to be a god. Lay down the gun every man on the floor. But the real gunman him not play Hollywood role. Because he pull out
: She gently falls asleep Her head is laid upon my lap. The highway sings a soothing lullaby. My daughter here beside me My little boy is in the backseat