I’m laying out the table for to welcome you back home
I’m calling on the angels for to lighten up your load
I’m calling on the majors to end this general despair
In the graveyard at inchigeela, in black clothing, i’ll be thereTed Leo And The Pharmacists - Tell Balgeary, Balgury Is Dead
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