In the crowd, carrying a knife
in a place where the sun don't shine.
they must have broke the mold
Cause what's the use of living,
when you're always out in the cold
is a hill that I've had to climb
Oh for the life of a sweet child
Just to know love in you life
Mother quick, mother quick, mother quick
See the crowd, see the crowd, see the crowd,
so sweet as the darkest soul.
Oh for the life of a sweet child,
Just to know love in your life
WRITERS
MARCIN FELIS, ROBERT KLERKX, FELIX MAGINN, EDDY STEENEKEN, PHIL TILLI