Слова и текст песни Gatsbys American Dream — Fable
We landed in this place
Tried to make this island more like home
But there are some things
Better left behind
We came here on a plane
Just a bunch of little boys
Ohhhohhohhhohhh
Dance around the fire
And we strike him down
Never going home
Not really
We’ll Take this island everywhere we go
We came here on a plane
Just a bunch of little boys
Ohhhohhohhhohhh
Dance around the fire
Then we strike him down
We’ll burn the island down
Kill the pig, pig, kill the pig, pig
Kill the pig, pig
We came here on a plane
Just a bunch of little boys
Ohhhohhohhhohhh
Dropped a boulder on his brain
And you can never take it back
Ohohohohhhhohhh
Dance around the fire
Then we strike him down
We’ll burn the island down
Kill the pig, pig, kill the pig, pig
Kill the pig