Traduzione: MC Joel. Bomma lattuga a vicenda.
Traduzione: Stranglers. Bomma è Overreeje Deur De Kerstman.
They implanted bombs in their stomachs and then they started to talk their tummies would feel funny. They knew the bombs were activated.
From the 22nd floor Walking down the corridor Looking out the picture window down On Sycamore While perspective lines converge Rows of cars and buses
(feat. Turbostaat) [Cover of Fu Manchu's "Hell On Wheels"] Eine kleine Stadt, die Hauser viel zu klein und bis oben hin voll gestopft mit Traumen und
Terror!! It's on, no time, no hope, no chance, Run with your family, they're coming to kill. They hate us, they want us all dead, They say that the white
I'm so frustrated I'm so confused Every time I think about the weather I can't help but think about you The government tells us dirty lies, The media
Sometimes i feel like i'm the only one not growing up The only one that's still having fun Remember when you and i Skateboarded through the night Underneath
Your only danger lies in safety" that's what she said to me. and life, it serves the risk taker, so let's see what we can be. grab a mask put on some
We're pirate's we three and out home is the sea, but sometimes dry land's not a bad place to be. We're docked in the bay on the 7th of may, after a
Sometimes i feel frustration and i let myself lash out Soon after i feel remorse, it leaves me with self doubt Am i in control? can i change who i am
Do you remember when we were friends such a long time ago? When we would skateboard and dumpsterdive in the sun rain and snow? When we would meet up
There's a place that we can run away to I've never been there but I still believe It might be in our hearts and minds but that doesn't mean it isn't
Heart when we went looking behind the mini mart. we traveled far and it hurt our feet. we tipped over a tub filled with grease from some meat. we
Ash and palm, burnt black, caked to my forehead, for we are the children of faith in dead gods. Fear not bedrooms nor states, as they are merely the
Once thought I could easily impart some beginner's knowledge to the upstart. I've long since left such bombast to fight back, never win, try again iconoclast
Miles 'tween and what I'll see yet, but I still shudder. The engine's struggling. The snowy drifts of the home we left betray the warmth of the hearts
Well, it was all roses and wine circa 1999. Back when my mentors spoke through headphones and my victories all had soundtracks. I'm only getting back
