Procházka's Blues
2024-04-17
Lyrics
Petr Procházka on the street, tirin' feet Mistaken man, Mr. Kolečko ain’t his name, don't repeat Society's confusion, it’s such a cryin’ shame Wrapped up in an identity, that's just a mistaken game Can't you see Petr Procházka, he’s got his own blues to play Crossed wires, mixed desires, they've led him far astray
