The land of peaches,
Thought it would be so sweet
Rotten fruit, never fell far from the tree
Maggots take my eyes
Scum stains my teeth
I call back home and say
What do you think?
Southern days
The land of peaches,
Thought it would be so sweet
Rotten fruit, never fell far from the tree
Maggots take my eyes
Scum stains my teeth
I call back home and say
What do you think?
