You still cross my mind from time lo lime. And I mostly smile. Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why So I retrace our every step with
Let there be a volume that cannot be denied. Let there be an emotion that you cannot fake The greatness unanimously acknowledged. A lie that you just
Un nouveau titre, une nouvelle ambiance oppressante Accroche toi a la rythmique, surveille la descente Car la montee, elle, sera comme toujours assassine
Well I?m being? tortured I?m in a cherry orchard But I can?t pick one I?m being tortured I?m in a cherry Not a happy man Not a happy man Not a happy
In fear flown in your vein In your soul Lie in a bed of bloody genocide In fear of seeing the end? Mourning the end? Lie in a bed of bloody genocide (
Friedlich durch das Leben geh'n, ist gar nicht mal so leicht, wieder steht so ein Idiot vor mir und fragt mich, suchst Du Streit. Ich bin doch nicht
Por una rencilla vieja Se agarraron a balazos Las nietas de Camarena Y las nietas de Cabazos Quien se puedia imaginar Que las cosas revivieran
Ohhh yeah Ohhh yeah Ohhh Ohhh Na na na, na na Now that we called it quits I can't cease to remember the things I missed Two years ago I wouldn'tve dreamed
Ready willing and able I'm all set to fall for a gal like you Ready to tick you in my arms willing to hold you tight Able to give you hugs and kisses
Sit by the phone today. wait for the ring of apology. cause I won't be calling while I'm waiting for the same thing. this situation that we've found
C'e un fiore di campo che e nato in miniera per soli pochi giorni lo stettero a guardar. Di un pianto suo dolce sfiori in una sera, a nulla le nere mani
ho litigato con mia moglie pe veni sta ser ca pe fa'ammor na mezzor' ind'u liett e chillu la ca se crer o padron del tuo corpo da favola io ti dico curnut
(Jannacci) C'e un fiore di campo ch'e nato in miniera per soli pochi giorni lo stettero a guardar di un pianto suo dolce sfiori in una sera a nulla
'81 was the year shit hit the fan in a major way I sat there for an inspiring artist Almost 20 years after the fact I'm still on my hustle Diggin' graves
A day remains a day no matter how long the life, so why worry about what a day may bring forth. Looking at the hole within yourself, though right at
long days, just a twenty cents an hour raise data entry, while i'm staring at the walls i say, there really is no other way to make a million bucks at
A change of speed, a change of style. A change of scene, with no regrets, A chance to watch, admire the distance, Still occupied, though you forget.