Brock Berrigan Fine Wine Lyrics
Fine Wine by Brock Berrigan
(Outro)
With a man like Brock
Who rubbed elbows
With the worst elements of his city
And who is undoubtedly a desperate criminal
Himself
With a man like Brock
Who rubbed elbows
With the worst elements of his city
And who is undoubtedly a desperate criminal
Himself