Тексты песен «Greg Macpherson»

I was already on the plane. I met a man from west St.James. We talked about the exposion at Orest's barber shop and St.James highschool. I looked down at Saskatchewan like a yello green tile floor we were standing...

I never figured us to get so far All feel and no skin We had a long run of bad luck, bad scenery And the worst three seasons this town's ever seen I had my brother's car and we drove out to the rolling hills We work so...

There's no windows in here They boarded them all up last year I'm white as a fish in the sun And hard as the butt of a gun Bent over sweating Steal all that I can and still look in the mirror You're nobody after you're...