i sentimenti forse piu di tutti quanti. Sono i figli di nessuno sono statue mutilate sono linee di profili solamente tratteggiate e nascoste sotto il vetro di
. Siamo figli della guerra Gente in armi Sentinelle di storie Da difendere, da non dormire? Siamo in guerra! Perche tanta paura Di guardarti nel cuore Stanotte un po' di
Traduzione: Oxa, Anna. Figli Di Nessuno.
Siamo figli della guerra Gente in armi Sentinelle di storie Da difendere, da non dormire? Siamo in guerra! Perche tanta paura Di guardarti nel cuore Stanotte un po' di
[Dr Cook] Ruth, send in the next patient [Chorus x4] Dodio-doe, there'll be no nose job Said dodio-doe, no nose job (smarter than that) [Baby D/Humpty
You just don't love me And I just don't care Oh, I never said I would play fair Something so perfect and so rare There is no cure There's not a prayer
Anguish and misery fall here like a dead star And everything you ever said Now tears me all apart He goes down, down to his bitter end He knows now,
I've lost my mind yeah, I've lost control I've the lost the feeling in my arms, I'm a lost soul Make the most of me baby, oh don't spit me out This is
This is a letter to God This is a letter to him Please forgive me now Please forgive me now Oh my God, oh my God This is a letter I've written to you
You are beautiful, you are glorius Now you're, you're covered in loser dust You are fabulous, you are gorgeous Now you're, you're covered in loser dust
It's a long way back, from where I've fallen from It's a very hard fall, it's very cruel town And my dress is torn and I've got no jewels And I'm hungry
I knew a boy, he came from the sea He was the only boy who ever knew the truth about me I'm overwhelmed and undersexed Oh baby what did you expect?
Made something better He kept it for himself I'm not that stupid I just need a lot of help To understand how stupid you really are Down at the bottom
Samantha you swore You never turned that trick before Keep waiting for a war You'll never win You'll lose again Watch her wrap her legs around this
So you're lying in your underwear Oh, in someone else's bed And the silence is so dangerous It's a terrible sense of dread So I have another cigarette
Skinny Little Bitch Starin' at the mirror In your desperation to disappear And you would be oh so dumb to fuck with me Cause baby you're much too young
Fils de rien, fils de personne De trop parmi les hommes Fils qui a faim, fils qui grogne Fils nu que les nuits cognent Fille sans age, fille d'overdose
