rail near the wall. What do you think about me now, that I?ve fallen down? Watching the crowds on the sidewalks. A steady hum of nothing is all that
their souls rest easy now that lynching is frowned upon We've moved on to the electric chair And I wonder who's gonna be president Tweedledum or tweedle
easy now that lynching has been frowned upon And we've moved on to the electric chair And I wonder who's gonna be president Tweedle dum or tweedle
rest easy now that lynching has been frowned upon And we've moved on to the electric chair And I wonder who's gonna be president Tweedle dum or tweedle
