When I Hear the Words Wrong, I Hear the Words Wrong
My grandma told your grandma
Don't you set your head on fire
Come with me to the Casbah
Stay out of the funeral pyre
Talkin' 'bout shotguns, shotguns,
Blasting us away
Jockamo's killing our loved ones
Jockamo nee nah nay.
Copyright © Jessica Amanda Salmonson | Year Posted 2018
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