Wow
Hey
Well there ain’t No Room
Well it makes no sense
Well there ain’t No Room
God it makes you tense
You built my walls
Screaming rose
It don’t do nothing
To lighten the load
The loads, the loads the loads
Baby I know you
Hey
That’s the way I see it
Well the meak and the gentle
Will inherit the world
But I see no sign
??
This twisted world
Twisted men
Turn you over
And again and again and again and again and again and again
and again and again and again and again
And again
Well there ain’t No Room
Well it makes no sense?
Well there ain’t No Room
God it makes it tense
You built my walls
Scheming rose
You don’t do nothing to lighten the loads
The loads, the loads the loads
Baby I know this
Aah
Well
Hey Up
Hey Up
Hey Up
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