Figere Corda Aut Mori.
Nuremberg Trials were moderate. 86-45
I went down Virginia, seekin’ shelter from the storm
Caught up in the fable
I watched the tower grow
Five Year Plans and New Deals, wrapped in golden chains
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain?
I went down Virginia, seekin’ shelter from the storm
Caught up in the fable
I watched the tower grow
Five Year Plans and New Deals, wrapped in golden chains
And I wonder, still I wonder, who’ll stop the rain?
How nature points out the folly of men
How nature points out the folly of men
GO.
To ICE: "You can repent"
To ICE: "You can repent"
Let's hear it for the vague blurs!
Let's hear it for the vague blurs!