It's too nice to breathe. And I was feeling dirty 'til now. Now witness me silent. Now I've got over thirty. . Good reasons to live. It's too nice to breathe.
Ooh, met you in the summer. In the summer wave. Ooh, but little have you come. Why'd you come my way?. . Let's make a plan that let's us both win. And wear a shady grin.
Music : MT Lyrics : JB. Decieving angel full of hate. Outcasts will rebel. Below the crust, the dark kingdom. Also known as Hell. Fallen angel distrusts god.
Ain't been twelve a couple of hours, I'm on the freeway. Rain's so hard the sky's one color, wettest coldest gray. Then she takes a look at me, I tell her it's okay.
Late news just arrived, the grass is greener on the other side. You are the target in the plan, "Consume till you die!". Is the pleasure of the fatman and if your life ain't good enough.
Kick, kick, kick, kick. Kicking at the gates like I'm an urban guerrilla. And going for the victory like the thriller in Manila. We're a nation of shoplifters, we're druggies, petty crooks.
Haha,. If there's a fucking problem with the fucking shit in. This fucking song we can fucking edit it out for the fucking god damned radio.. Fucking god damned cunt ass mother fucking bitch ass fuck face..
Got a groove that hits you right to the bone. Let the rhythm rock this place, crazy. We are here to slap the bass in your face. 'Cause I want you to feel what you got is for real.
Darkness fell across the land, our hope fell in the sand. And there it was. Though for certain we stood still, the earth shook and spilled. Then gave it up.
The thing that sticks out about this song, of course, is the very quiet beginning until it really kicks in. A lot of fun. As was the rest of Straight Six, this song was written entirely in the studio as we spent a month writing and recording. The song is boomy, repetitive, strange and catchy. The background vocals on the chorus are strangely memorable, though not recorded particularly well -- somewhat fitting for the whole album, rough and disjointed. In the long run, 'Country' ended up being a good show song..
Something kinda smooth on the mellow tip. Seeking deeper and deeper, you just might slip. Into a trance, mind going slow. Didn't wanna curse so they'll pump it on the radio.
[Intro]. . (Pooh-Man). Prep man hand me the motherfucking weed man. . (Prep). You don't want none of this bong. . *coughing and toking*. . (Pooh-Man).
Oh on the first day, I saw your face. and I think I fell, oh it doesn't beat you. do doo doo do do do. . Well on the second day, in a seeded way. I tried to tell you I can't be thinking life would turn away.
Stand under fountain. Cool skin, wash clean. Wash him from me. . Along comes the wind. A big bone shaker. Blows off my clothes. Completely naked. What to do.
When will we ever meet. Not in this life. When will I be a bird. Is it this life. White doves only see. From up high. When will another bird. Kiss my mind.
While evenings slip away. Hear my sad complaint. I can't get no relief. Show them what you've done to me. I wake up in the scene. And float into the mist.
After I kissed you, a sweet darkness came down. Fingers were search lights, leading the way down. We talk in fingers and thumbs. In an ancient braille of daily vacant overflow.
Lately I can tell that something aint right. I dont see the fire when I look in your eyes. One time up, and the next time down. This may be the last time that you see me around, said.
-------------------. By Pokolgep. Album title: Vedd el ami jar !. Eljon a lelkedert. Egy nap a Satan. Feltamadt ejszakan. Igy szol hogy: Nezz ram. Elhoztam a szamadast.