Waiting on Death Row People coming in overalls Taking me to the gas chamber Scuffling of feet They took him down the hallway Feeling everyone's heartbeat
on my gate Fires of hell are burning Come home Can you see Can you say That you say That you really love this place? Poem by Charles Manson
ترجمة: مقطوعة الرأس. قصيدة عن رجل السجن القديم.
