Engineers are arguing with architects and do well for they know their opinion is right and fair Someday you'll turn into a place in a square and the thief with light feet will feel as his neck snaps The sun fell down in its haunted…

Engineers are arguing with architects and do well for they know their opinion is right and fair Someday you'll turn into a place in a square and the thief with light feet will feel as his neck snaps The sun fell down in its haunted…

Profissionalizei esse tema pra ti quase me matei pra deixar ele assim bonito como as montanhas rasgando o horizonte e o céu azul o azul dos teus olhos beleza tamanha derrama o mel do xarope profissional

he woke up cursing like an unpolite cop on speed spoke in tongues that only monsters thought they knew grabbed his stuff got up early in his dreams he could see the evil in a perfect pair of shoes hey man, the devil is waiting in the clothes…

This is another old melody. I dusted it off, gave it some clean clothes, and sent it off into the world.

MY TRIBUTE TO BON SCOTT.