Whiskey Joe все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

It's a bottomless pit, in a spiral it turns.
cll things discarded will go there to burn.
It's a path strewn with garbage and the stenches of old.
cnd the procession of all condemned and damnable souls.

There's a woman who keeps it, cunt Hilda's her name.
Her right eye is missing and her left leg is lame.
She keeps a fat ledger of souls to descend.

I heard tell that humpback whales are swimming in the wrong direction these days.
When I find myself on the couch, I start feeling the same way.
Like I'm swimming to Sacramento, but where I'm supposed to be, I don't know.
Would somebody get me out of this maze?

I'm just a humpback whale, swimming nowhere specific.
Will you be my biologist and lure me back to the pacific?
I got a smoke stack trail stretching off into the distance