I've go five fingers on each side two legs to help me move ambition to propel me mountain of things to prove what good is all my pride when nothing makes
Ignore the front page headline deprived of fiction stories but right now no one will comply too late for the sympathetic how about an explanation for
The ancient practice of feudalism is really something to behold put all these cracks in the camel's back to suck the marrow from the bones. i think
This is the sound of one lung filling with fluid that another lung is hell-bent on spilling. Channel's getting tighter and the pressure's getting higher
Big city friction factors in the 8 month blues that settle in when there's nothing you can't get over, you'll let it all ride on a 4-leaf cover let'
There's just enough cold water for all the sinkin' ships around and split red bricks tied to the ankles of the people that they'll drown for a revolving
I fuck like a good american but instead of making babies I make monsters. "Fame and fortune is a stupid game and fame and fortune is the game I play
I'm tradin' in all the hard, hard times me and my friends have had through the years for a pair of old chucks and a worn thin shirt and somethin' that
Designate the scapegoat, pull the trigger and erase the nothing passify restraint adjust the chokers so the weak will toughen. Kill the kings and we'
Who missed the point of being misfits? Let me know if you were never really with me on this. How many theories does it take to suck out a part of me
There's a blackbird in the road up ahead. A surefire sign of welcome death for me. Dark wings, black future. And they'll pick the meat clean from my
News comes around at the speed of sound, but the speed of sound is just another number at sea level we're here just soaking up the atmosphere even
Keep on starin' long enough and you just might start a fire ever get the feeling that you don't belong? I've had that one a few times now & my charred
I'll write you a letter tomorrow Tonight I can't hold a pen Someone's got a stamp that I can borrow I promise not to blow the address again Lights that
Traduzione: Crowded House. Meteo With You [versione remix completa (W / Tim)].
Traduzione: Tim Hughes. Ho avuto Domande (Live Version Soul Survivor).
They try to move us; to use us like Judas did Jesus; to please us Diverting the issues to misuse the peoples How are we gonna get 'em? How are we gonna
[VERSE 1: Richie Rich] Richie Rich is a factor, a mack, not an actor Who lounges in the cut and waits just to jack the Punks who superficially write