I've been racking my brain. Cause I feel I've been going insane. Something bout you changed. No matter how hard I try. It's getting hard to deny (yeah, yeah).
I pledge no allegiance to your flag.. I feel I got me some damn good reasons for feelin' bad.. Way they take away ev'ry mother's son,. If you want freedom now, it's got to be won..
why say anything if it doesn't mean nothing at all. if everything you do there's something in it for you or you won't do it at all. stay away. 'cause i'm all about givin' a helping hand.
Look at me, I'm young and bold.. Even though I may be growin' old,. I'm never slowin' down.. No, I won't slow down.. I feel like dynamite, I'm ready to explode..
Another night, Another day. Another minute slips away. and wonder why you're here at all. Ambitions fade, times get tough. you tried so hard but its not enough.
Another song about nothing feels right. And everything is going wrong. Seems we've been here once before. Whose fault and who's to blame. Doesn't really matter nothing's ever gonna change.
Late, late going out tonight. It's the fire in your eyes calls. Wait, what makes you glow so bright?. It's the fire in your eyes. Your soul's paying for lack of ice.
I had a friend who had friends by a river. They too had friends who had friends of their own. All seated round takin' port after dinner,. Port that was bought by the friends that were known.
Can you hear what I've been thinking. Do you hear my words out loud. Cause there's an echo that's insisting. That this here phone should ring about now.
Weil RTL und SAT sich scheuen. Euch mit Blut zu erfreuen. Bin ich hier mit Team vor Ort. Live dabei beim Vlkermord.... Jetzt sind wir im Krisengebiet.
Ford hat ein Auto gebaut,. Da ist ein wenig laut. Es ist nicht wasserdicht -. Es ist nicht wasserdicht. Und manchmal fhrt es nicht. Nananana nana nananananana!.
He's a flatland farmer. Who flatpicks and old guitar. Yeah he's a flatland farmer. He flatpicks and old guitar. He don't make no money. But he can out-pick them Nashville stars.
Hey up on the Cap rock, me and my baby ride. Goin' a hundred miles an hour, 'cause this old Ford can still fly. Got Four Roses in a sack an we ain't lookin' back tonight.
Yeah, he never done too good when he's in high school. Ah, he never even talked to a popular girl. Yeah, he just hung around, down at the drive-in. Honkin' on his horn and drinkin' Pearl, beer.
Well I'm feelin easy baby. Breezin through the blues. Bout half-sleazy baby. But who's to pick-n-choose. I got the tattoos. A pierced ear. A bottle of that rot-gut booze.
Flesh In Chains. . Black leather. Cold skin. Warped bodies are moving. Silver chains. Razer blades. Torture, of the flesh. On your knees. Feel the pain.
Started at a low, no catalyst,. No weapons to fight my own battle with.. My inner, a masochist,. Outside, a strategist,. Tellin' me you can't unravel this mystery..
The image shows no way back. Dont know what your eyes can see. If I had you close to me. Its okay no need to regret. . Ive been down that road before.
Im sitting here frozen in this bed I made. Considering the weight of the bricks I laid now that Im through. One by one sealed every crack that I could slip.
My legs are shaking as I stare into the waking. Guess I always knew, you were broken on the inside. Watched life passing you by but you couldn't move.