На северный полюс, на сломанных лыжах! {Уже изготовлены пули, что мимо тебя просвистят}
Mama put my guns in the ground,
I can't shoot them any more,
That long black cloud is coming down,
I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door...
I can't shoot them any more,
That long black cloud is coming down,
I feel like I'm knocking on heaven's door...