Jonathan Bree - Murder

Now you don't feel welcome
In your own home

Once all jobs went to your kinder loan
Now you dont feel safe in
Your sweet home

Double lock every door
They're down the road

You're the embarassment
Bigots calling for the line number
Feeling lost everything

Bigots calling for the line number

Jonathan Bree - Murder için yorum ekle !


En popüler Jonathan Bree şarkı sözleri

En popüler şarkı sözleri