Πίνακας συμμετοχής

Major Razor sits on his own In a planet he made out of rope And a special rhyme By his corner that feels like a womb And his spirit so fine With a wide wine list From which You ’ll decide Will you pick red my darling? Will you take French my buddy? Will you pick white? He’s gonna love you and hate you Set and reset you Will you pick white? Major Razor fights the good fight In a world that he made out of everyone’s hide With a special rhyme Major Razor sits by the phone With a sigh or a sign, with a thorn or a feather You decide Are you too late my darling? Are you too vain my buddy? Will you pick white? He’s got a pill for everything that ails you He’s got a feel for everything that ails you Step up, step up, step up and see The life, the walk, the glory My heart’s an ever open shining door That’s waiting for you only So hold on