Walk The Other Way Songtext

Stop playing children, you’re in his sight. Don’t make a sound when he’s around. You’d like to know him, the next door grey old man. Remember what you mothers say: Walk the other way. Your fathers hate him and your mothers talk. Their eyes are fearful like his past. His hate is endless and his touch is cold. Remember what your mothers say: Walk the other way.
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