you want me to try? Directing your night An exit lights the sky The sky becomes complete Travelling hearts divine the throne I've forgotten too Friction, lines, bumps the highway song
want me to try? Directing your night An exit lights the sky, the sky becomes complete Traveling hearts divine the throne, I've forgotten too Friction, lines, bumps, the highway song
want me to try? Directing your night An exit lights the sky The sky becomes complete Travelling hearts divine the throne I've forgotten too Friction, lines, bumps the highway song
Traduzione: System Of A Down. Highway Song.
me to try, Directing your night. An exit lights the sky, The sky becoms complete, Traveling hearts divine the throne, I've forgotten to. Friction, lines, bumps, The highway song
with all the radios And I keep hearing that same damn song Everywhere I go Maybe I should put a bucket over my head And a marshmallow in each ear And
story dreams House on a hill, fantasies are built Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway Yellow bone
a hot date wit' a hoe with AIDS I'm the virus and you kissed her, clown I get up in you, set up, then I break your system down So shut up, quit dissecting
it down homeboy Get down homey, get down Show em what Sureno blues is all about ese, que no Ponle That's right Simon That's my Sureno blues Get down
When he catches himself giggling He forces up a sneer Though he'd rather have a milk shake He keeps forcing down the beer Just another folkie, late in coming down
s a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's a fire just waiting for fuel There's
highway, a bientot still i'm stuck, i cant afford it, picture postcard, small momento echo, shadow, echo, shadow, sterling silver, burning furnace frozen nowhere, just a
all the radios And I keep hearing that same damn song Everywhere I go Maybe I should put a bucket over my head And a marshmallow in each ear And stumble
dreams House on a hill, fantasies are built Private jet sip Moet, Sacci set now a Vette Doing bout a hundred-five, down the highway Yellow bone on my