Текст и слова песни Ass Ponys – Laughing At The Ghosts
Pissing on a camp fire
With the morning coming close
Breaking empty bottles
And laughing at the ghosts
Laughing
Sitting in the evening
In a cluster on the porch
Recounting, man, we're spinning
And laughing at the ghosts
Laughing
With the morning coming close
Breaking empty bottles
And laughing at the ghosts
Laughing
Sitting in the evening
In a cluster on the porch
Recounting, man, we're spinning
And laughing at the ghosts
Laughing
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