Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations, did you see your children cry when you left them at the station? Hey moral soldier you’ve got righteous proclamation, And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.
Hey Mr. Diplomat with your worldly aspirations, did you see your children cry when you left them at the station? Hey moral soldier you’ve got righteous proclamation, And precious tomes to fuel your pulpy conflagrations.