F Delano

Oh, in the desert they gave you the slip Rohypnol
 Chip on your shoulder, the scotch tasted much older than before
 Nightly occurrence
 The men laughed it off like it was a bore to them
 And they were right
 Feminine encounters were in sight
 F Delano
 Named of the leader who favored a nation after his own
 Into the desert he pushed all the Nips, he wasn't alone
 Speech with a fury
 Sentenced with no plan ahead of you
 Without a heart
 No winning hand for any man or child
 F Delano
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 Ooh, F Delano
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 Oh, in the desert where no one should live, it wasn't our home
 And in the winter our sentence was stiff, we froze to the bone
 Summer was sunny, but history, funny to settle with
 Was he right?
 Innocence without a proper fight?
 Fight
 F Delano