If you insult me in a book And I don't know whom I'm friends of I drop a name 'bout every hour And when I lie about everything I don't think anyone's
[Verse 1:] (Unknown Screaming) [Chorus:] Engulfed in the flames, while I'm screaming your name, can you hear me this last time? Gasoline sunsets, wake
Pump gas, kick ass Fix flats & smoke grass Rock & Roll Gas Station Rock & Roll Rock & Roll Gas Station Bang your head Tune up, smoke butts Mag wheels
detachable mindset. fusing of the forked tongue. collective behavior. the sweat of fascism. someone give these dogmatic bastards a bath. servitude/genocide
project sodom and gomora. aids and its homosexual host are to be gentically altered out of existence to heterosexual perfections. science, like government
Sen gelmeden once her yer karanl?k Dunya ?ss?z dunya durgundu bilmem nicin Her yerde arad?m tatl? bir ?s?k Bir ates bul gonlumu ?s?tmak icin Sen gelince
instrumental
The cars come up the drive, so many people inside Under the stars they smile, they want to invade my home I pace the darkened hall, try to consider
Houses haunted i just want to go for a ride out an on thought i'd set this room a light left alone forever and for crimes unclear with my patience
You're tank of gas is running out. You tip the bottle to your mouth. Through the haze you can see. What the desert does to me. Your stereo is playing
Wer saht dann, dat ich Dich noch vermess un ich hing nur noch vuur der Kess? Naachtelang, dat ess wirklich nit wohr. Na, em Ahnz, ich saach et dir, huhr
Schon als du noch jung un schon woors, ding Hoor noch nit nohjetont, heelts du dich fur'n Offenbarung. Joot, mer hatt sich draan jewonnt. Wo d' och enleefs
En da ahle Stadt, wo ich herkumm, damm Millionedorf ahm Rhing, wo ming Ahne schon jelaaf hann un ming Panz jeboore sinn, sprich mer'n Sprooch, die do
Mer sinn em Marz, vuur dausend Johr, er ess me'm Jordan's Pitter un me'm Addi Altenberger do. Et ess noch froh, noch nit ens vier, do steht da Tommy
Joot, ich hann ne Job, ich will mich nit beklaare, ovverhaup ne Job zo hann, ess huckzodaach schon vill. Trotzdamm kutt et vuur, dat ich mich selver
Hei?, gnadenlos hei?, vill zo hei? fur Ahnfang September. Klar, Lena, ich wei?: Du hass Raasch, blo?, dat dat och nix andert. Mer kutt sich vuur, als
Wo simmer he? Wa's dat? He woor'mer jo noch nie, wo simmer he' erinnjeroode? Weshalv un wann, ey Mann, vuur allen Dingen wie, wat hammer he'n damm Loch
Langsam mots du rejistriert hann, wat fur?n Fijur du he affjiss, dat du suwiesu nix dunn kanns, wat dir donoh nit peinlich ess. Mann, du jeh? uns op
