in a day
To give away
A give away
And he play
The tunes they'd call creative
when they're running out of names
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
But the names it hurt
poor Jackson
stopped the haters in his way
Heaven knows he's for it
Sha-a-a-me!
Hey hey
He was never quite unsure
but really sane
Wants to play
Jackson stole twenty souls in a day
To take away
A take away
He takes away
And no complaints
Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade
Wood jackson took the beating
every day, given out,
passed away, another way
Hey hey
Just wants to play
And how he played
The mob they bleed and tremble
when they're running after life
Heaven knows he's really torn it now
The words that killed
Wood Jackson's friends
were written on the wall
Heaven knows he's for it
Shame!
Just wants to play
It's a shame
Shame
It's a shame
Wants to play
It's a shame
It's a shame
Just wants to play
Jackson made twenty tapes in a day To give away A give away And he play The tunes they'd call creative when they're running out of names Heaven knows he's really torn it now But the names it hurt poor Jackson stopped the haters in his way Heaven knows he's for it Sha-a-a-me! Hey hey He was never quite unsure but really sane Wants to play Jackson stole twenty souls in a day To take away A take away He takes away And no complaints Heart's upon his sleeve and his blade Wood jackson took the beating every day, given out, passed away, another way Hey hey Just wants to play And how he played The mob they bleed and tremble when they're running after life Heaven knows he's really torn it now The words that killed Wood Jackson's friends were written on the wall Heaven knows he's for it Shame! Just wants to play It's a shame Shame It's a shame Wants to play It's a shame It's a shame Just wants to play Explain Request ×
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