In a valley they search, and boat breakers emerge In the foundries they haunt and the pin-stripes they curse And you've done nothing worthwhile for the past seventeen years The cryptic cryptid myth still haunts that third-world village!
In a valley they search, and boat breakers emerge In the foundries they haunt and the pin-stripes they curse And you've done nothing worthwhile for the past seventeen years The cryptic cryptid myth still haunts that third-world village!