Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Ainslie Wills
Gonna shout at the top of my lungs
For whatever to get out of the way
Gonna shout at the top of my lungs
For you sir to get out of the way
Let it fall from the tower
Ane explosion for all to see
So she can feel release
So she can feel release
You don't need to go back
To revisit that
You don't need to go back
And it all went, all went up
With a box foul of paper
That he bought, that he wrote
That he bought, that he wrote