LIFELONG TROUBLE

LIFELONG TROUBLESun-glasses on, his arms are crossed. He’s a big gun with a heavy purse.Two bodyguards defend his butt, because on the cards his hand’s in blood.Every time at night he feels the same: the morning after brings his last day… Lifelong trouble…The past is a cluster of regret, malpractice under pain of death…He’s just a part of the underworld. Dozens of cars he can affordAnd all the laws and rules he breaks – no matter what it takes.But he’s pathetic (all the rest is fake), he can not sleep, he’s doomed to be afraid;Every time at night he feels the same: the morning after brings his last day… Lifelong trouble… Копирайт 1996. Слова - мои.