Traduzione: Chiavi Wicked. Il mio Suv.
I found it hard to believe Got all caught up being freed Everything that I had You wrenched it out of my hands [Chorus:] Yeah, you got me wrong You
the birmingham sun it burned me through i thought of you and with every step i've made mistakes you've seen me though you've seen me true all these towns
one thousand lines i've been teh one to change in time believe this, i lost feeling , lost feeling don't question that we've seen cloudy days and been
a need to isolate like leaves that won't fall communal theft it's moving down it's colored reston brown planned in shadows suburban sprawl, cultureless
i am, outside, i am pay no mind to how i see this pay no mind to what i'm feeling now turn it around follow the lesser i won't break down i"m staying
i've tried to think this out ten times now but i'ts gone the temptation to reason ruck reason and fuck all the words you've written they make no sense
there's something i've been meaning to say i know that time's up and they're lined up new breath-new scent new union-dependence i've been meaning to
by one, one thousand jobs lost greed so profound crimes of gold deep want for everything exactly what does wealth bring a class filled with resent one wrench
I hope I never have to use the word "friend" again, It's the same old slap in the face set in motion, Ah fuck this place, Again I've met the end don
i keep saying don't beat yourself down you never had much and never asked for lesss than truth, not promises the truth is i still live in hell treading
i'll starve no more i've been conjuring fate repent sin come to my mind no more with half the truth i go my way and pray there is no war bloody knuckles
Been trying all night to make you listen, Say you know me now, I don't know myself A fight an hour, the lust of power, I won't play the part of deeply
damn it's you again how am i supposedly supposed to interpret thhis wihtout feeling guilty a homes not comdemned until it's fallen or stolen by locks
in doubt, always flappin' the mouth the man that couldn't can't. It's the pitch of the wrench he's the hub with broken spokes it's the pitch of the wrench
be your monkey wrench Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out) Don't want to be your monkey wrench (fall in, fall out) Don't want to
we pay An instrument of constant struggle There's nothing left to regret A promise is a promise kept Whether history will forget To open up with friendly arms This wrench
Baby, I am waiting for a ride and it may take some time, but you know I would fly if I could fly, climb if I could climb and my dreams, as everything