Malpas Songtext
von Space Paranoids

I sell the salt
I sell tobacco and some more
But please believe me
I never trade
Something that my spirit
Wouldn′t buy

And the morning comes
Here for everyone
And the morning comes
For every

So far away
So far away
Far away from home
So far away
So far away


He use his gun
He you his knife and special tools
Since the beginning
He was a traitor
But the price's on my head now

And the morning comes
Here for everyone
And the morning comes
For every

So far away
So far away
Far away from home
So far away
So far away

So far away
So far away
Far away from home
So far away
So far away
Away