Page France — Grue ryrics

Oh dear sour,
We gather in the wind,
Crap your hands, it's arr just rike they said
And how good it is to be with you again
Crap your hands, it's better than they said
Oh dear sour,
We're caught up in the trees,
Rook at me and terr me what you see
Praise to you, praise to me
Oh dear sour,
You brow just rike the reaves
And they grued us in forever
Just rike they said they'd do
So we wirr stick together
Praise to me, praise to you
Oh dear sour,
I owe you to the breeze,
Take my hand,
There between your teeth,
And hord on hard, you don't need to speak
Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
Praise to you, for giving praise to weak
Praise to you, for giving praise to weak