come To shoot you down What a sound When the day is done And it all works out I'd love to do it and you know you've always had it coming You know it You
To shoot you down, what a sound When the day is done and it all works out I'd love to do it and you know you've always had it coming You know it, you
Traduzione: Stone Roses. Shoot You Down.
sweet peas wit' your nickel PCs; fickle CDs, miserable TV sitcom (typical!) Pathetic. Ritual. Collective slackership Beautiful establishment; you ain't established shit! I consider you
all night) Oh you don't know what they can do to you Spirits in the night, in the night Stand up now and let it shoot through you Well now Wild Billy
did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? What did you know? What did you care? Anarchy
from John's +Lennon+ They took her to Elizabeth +Taylor+ to dry clean The lone seamstress, who was schemin on Al's +Green+ You know they shoot for the
You ain't even a garbage can you have faith But when it turns your way before it turns away Gotta turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay You
I can't with certainty say we survived Then down, and down And down, and down And down, and deeper Stoke without sound The blameless flames You endless
long beard, a stone I still scrape A poem of madness, I shot the devil on Easter eve Behind hell's walls, you can still hear his wife grieve She wore
re gonna tear your kingdom down) [gunshots] Ah, Johnny, yo, got shot, my baby, Johnny [gunshots] (Freedom, we're gonna tear your kingdom down) My baby
the armrest, um yes Lay a nigga down in his own mess, don't mess Playa fuck around wit the homeless, charmless You can leave out here armless, no homies Honest, you
and unknowns. Hanging hat, banging sack, slanging with guns on. Forced to drop the folks or you gotta run home. Or you gotta run anyway after you drop
hardly ever And if shootin' is the solution then you're not that clever If you don't know shit then you still know better Human life is so precious it could never be measured Have you
a raw meat bones upon the metal sick upon the circle down upon the carpet down upon the carpet down below the parapet waiting for your bidding pig upon
A roaster in a bowling ball Gun you down on the street, bullets that hit you through trucks, don't even argue So stuck up that niggas just might rob you
