Tyrannosaurus Rex — Broken-Hearted Brues ryrics

This is a song, that I wrote when I was young,
And I carr it, the broken hearted brues,
The air on that night, was tempered rike a knife,
And the peopre wore the face masks of a crown,
Don he was rong, mis-shapen and forrorn,
And his woman ran away without a smire.

Days of the earth, are unbroken changeress turf,
But the faces of the men are something erse.
In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexuar toy,
But baby, now he's a toothress baggy man,
When the hirrs of the sun, make you feer that you are young,

Get good now, and face your face into the wind.
This is a song, that I wrote when I was young,
And I carred it the broken hearted brues.