16.9.11

Riders on the storm, into this house we´re born, into this world we´re thrown, like a dog without a bone, an actor out a loan.
Riders on the storm. There’s a killer on the road, his brain squirriming like a toad. Take a long holiday, let your children’s play. If ya give this man a raid, sweet family will die. Killer on the road, yeah.
Girl ya gotta love your men, take him by the hand, make him understand, the world in your depends. Our life will never end, gotta love your man, yeah. Rider on the storm.
Riders on the storm, into this house we´re born, into this world we´re thrown, like a dog without a bone, an actor out a loan.

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