my heart plays a metronome. and my mind is trying to keep tempo. though my hands are on the wheel, my feet stomp down. and the gas burns faster through every yellow light.
7 O"Clock. Intro-Get Out. Ohh Ya Ya. Come On. Wooo. . 1V-Well It Was 7 O Clock. When She Let Me In. She Said Tell Me Son. What's Your Kind Of Thing. I Go Wooo Hooo Ya.
Sitting in the backseat of a stolen car. Wondering if we're gonna get very far. Pocket full of bullets for the gun in my hand. Nothing to lose 'cause we're allready damned.
Too many teardrops. For one heart to be crying. Too many teardrops. For one heart to carry on. . You're way on top now since you left me. You're always laughing way down at me.
Stayed away too long and I'm wonderin' why. Thought of all the reasons to make you change your mind. Thought of all the things that we did in the past.
a fume of smoke, a perfumed rain.. a strong bull pulls a strong till.. a fume of smoke, a fume.. i cannot digest what i ingest in jest. what doth i protest?.
VERSE 1. I thought when I grew old I'd just fall apart. Become a bitter angry wrinkled old fart. But I realize now that I have reached middle age. Just like a fine wine I grow better with age.
Hit me. . Going, going, gone. Now I dialed 911 a long time ago. Don't you see how late they're reacting. They only come and they come when they wanna.
Can it be easy as 5 4 3 2 1. Damn sun. Heard it was easy as. 1 2 3. We don't control the 3 e's. Still we be on the plantation. And you be in trouble b.
1 million bottlebags count 'em. Think they can bounce the ounce an' it get 'em. Yo, black spend 288 million. Sittin' there waitin' for the fizz. An' don't know what the fuck it is.
Woah, yeah.... Woah-oh.... Woah yeah, oh woah yeah.... Woah, yeah.... . Well this is the part of the song. Where I talk about emotions. And this is the part of the song.
veinticinco (25) horas al dia.. vida mia... ocho (8) dias a la semana si te da la gana... veinticinco (25) horas al dia.. vida mia... 8 (ocho) dias a la semana si te da la gana...
(Micko). Terbujur kaku. Diam membisu. Tak ada lagi suara. Tak ada lagi senyummu. Kisah seorang Ibu. Meratapi...menangisi.... Walau ia sadar. Tiada guna lagi.
Yo I'm from L I fella, vision had you tune into my figgida. Figgida microphone and mobile. Holding mic's is so while I be just day dreaming. Drop for like, nine months, and rock from backyards to fronts.
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!. John John, could, could I get your autograph?. Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid). Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just. Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?).
see the anger in my hands. see me throw it far away. things will be changed. the work has just begun. see the people in this world. see the destruct and disease.
Working on a machine in this building. Do you know what I mean. The walls are grey so are the thoughts. They all obey. . Living in this state. Is like hell fear dominates.
You don't know if I'm a jerk. And you don't care if I go to work. As long as I keep marching down. Up and down your great grounds. What's the use of saying what you mean?.
In this room we will fly. For me the first time. Holding on with no hands. The walls and floor begin to merge. Breeding uncertain lifeforms. I've never felt so alive... (Alive!).
Cemu ti pocrvenis. kad neki ti momak. pokloni zeljni cvijet. . Cemu ti pocrvenis. kad kaze da voli te. kao citav svijet. . Ne brini pred tobom. stoji zivot.