Deine Augen sehen so mude aus, die Kleider angefressen - klingelst an meiner Tur und meinst ich hatte dich vergessen - dann zerrei?t du meine Lieder,
(Instrumental)
Ich laufe durch die dunkle Nacht, ich laufe durch den Wald. Ich laufe durch die dunkle Nacht, es ist bitterkalt. Ich suche Pilze, auf einer Wiese seh
[Chorus: x2] I never meant to give you mushrooms girl I never meant to bring you to my world Now you sitting in the corner crying And now it's my fault
[Words by Steven Sagala, Music by Steve Stell.] Walking through the shallow-filled escape As we have seen it many times before Right on towards the
Campus is getting bigger They are working on it all the time Acting on the tv I can see their faces Red alert, the siren's loud The drafted are all
I Was with my girlfriend This is {??} Florida She took me to this place It had al kind of things growing She gave me something It was a mushroom She
When will I learn to be? Why don't you try to see? Who do you know? I mean really You can't ever be what you want them to be I don't know anybody I
Era la piu grassa puttana che mai avessi visto, la donna piu grassa che avessi guardato. Aveva un vestito di seta cangiante, perline al collo, un
[Verse 1:] Falling apart and tearing at the seams Tribulation lends a hand and squeezes all your hopes and dreams You say you retreat, you say you
Come si fa a svegliarsi col sorriso in bocca? in questa giungla dove siamo tutti a caccia a caccia di sensazionali emozioni preziose occasioni bastardi
Good bye forever sweet love I?m tired of acting the part Too late for us to go on Just fooling each other this way I?ve got to leave you today Each one
I tripped on mushrooms for half a week And it all came down to Me on the futon Asking myself how you could have run away from me How could you run away
The bear went over the mountain There was no-one there then but we know When i left your sight again You must have thought it meant something but no
Sickness grabs me by the hand And the cramp in my left leg warns me That if the nails of my hand are painted With some blue polish from I don?t know
It all comes down to this: A fragment, a piece Whatever you do or say It only makes a difference to-day Won't you be a doll and open a jar of pickles
I fell asleep on a roadtrip And the snow storm made me cross concrete Between high-speed highway lanes and exit lanes And I woke up to a sign that said
With Lisa B. If some of my friends could be monkeys They would have four hands and understand me David: I wish my girlfriend was a monkey With her