I would build a castle, I would be a giant
Breathed with my full chest wind of all Gods
in my lifetime
if it wasn't for Jeff, Jeff The White Blood
Under Southern Cross, in the land where it's always warm
Easy Rider of your sweetest dreams--that's what i'd be right now,
was it not for Jeff, Jeff The White Blood
But here in this mud, here under this pale Moon
there's no stars in the sky, no calm in sleep
and no love in the soul--only Jeff,
Jeff The White Blood
original--Jeff, белая кровь, http://www.crematorium.ru/archive/texts?id=511
Jeff White Blood
© Copyright: Лорд Брайтон, 2013
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