Testi:
Down For The Count

for stabbing you in the back Nordic winds rise and we attack Full moon mystics, eternal black Setting fire to your Sunday mass I'm down for the count

like to. Love is not an option, When you've got practiaclly no self respect left at all. Of your two notches down and one to go (Thanks to Dan for these

down and twisted torn up and left for dead we're all a little crazy, a little devastated surprised tonight by the turn of events but don't run for shelter

tales from before broken glass and writing on the walls it's just a shame it had to go one more night of ecstasy we're tearing it down for all to

for but come tomorrow when the light creeps in we're going to ache like gin and tonic all the little ladies going crazy for a little taste, slide your purple lace down

every word you breathe is just a memory. I think your spunk is running low. Oh it won't be long now, it won't be long. It's time for something new, something

the tight pants, his ego's even tighter don't even think about the things he does when he's alone he's got the guitar, the faded notebook gotta write it down

Open your weary eyes to the world and finally see All that I can do is look at you and hope I don't collapse From the aching pains and Saturdays of lifelessness

had the heat knockin Bumpin shit from way back with my man beatboxin Shootin the breeze - see I'm nice with these You'll be suckin it down like fast