The Shaman came calling He was howling at the moon He offered me a vision On the end of a silver spoon He said he'd give me dreams That all were in his
Translation: The Pogues. Smell Of Petroleum.
The Shaman came a calling He was howling at the moon He offered me a vision On the end of a silver spoon He said he'd give me dreams That all were in
: The Shaman came a calling He was howling at the moon He offered me a vision On the end of a silver spoon He said he'd give me dreams That all
