I'm holding my last breath. It's burning in my lungs. Clenching up my eyes. Bloody up my tongue. . For the words that might escape. Are ringing in my ears.
Come on, let the good times roll. We're gonna stay here till we soothe our soul. If it take all night long. Come on, let the good times roll. We're gonna stay here till we soothe our soul.
When footsteps from that Sunday march faded out into the dark. The melody blows in to ease the pain. Two thousand years and we're still here fighting over the same old fear.
Ghost on the street today. Doorways of Jackson Square. In tinsel and tap shoes. Mardi Gras beads in her hair. Down to the graveyard. She wrung out her hands.
Perfumed and smoky. She swears that she knows me. She's falling down drunk again. I say she's mistaken. She's visibly shaken. Emotions all drowned in gin.
It's time to get out of this town. There's no more fun to be found. I'm rolling thunder with the top down. It's time to get out, get out, get out. . Crescent City high-life.
I see a bird soar through the clouds outside my window. Smell the fresh paint of the comfort shade on this new fall day. Feel the coffee surge through morning veins from half an hour ago.
A sombra que me move. Também me ilumina. Me leve nos cabelos. Me lave na piscina. Em cada ponto claro. Cometa que cai no mar. Em cada cor diferente. Que tente me clarear.
Make it last long, uha, uh. . Here's a situation, skip the talk. Let me know dog if you bite or bark. What it is soldier, you ready to march. Can you make me shoot, or you just soft.
Joe Walsh and Terry Manning). Got Any Gum? (This song is an instrumental.). (c) 1987 Wow & Flutter Music ASCAP/Muldoon Music/Music Corporation of America,.
Mississauga goddam,. bears the treachery of my own man. l'll be wearing my disguise. until I rid my life of Mississauga goddam. . Mississauga people,.
Golden stream. In the cold. It turns to ice. Runs down my knees in fright. . Golden stream. Turns from warm to cold. In frightful time. In the frozen dead of night.
(VERSE x2). We don't want no gay goth scene in this house/. And we don't want no gorgeous teen in your mouth/. And we don't like no gay goth scenes/. It's teenage hell/.
I gotta I gotta I gotta I gotta. x 2. . (Hook). that A.K go. that Baretta go. that Shotty go. that Desert Eagle go. i gotta gun fetish i gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish I gotta gun fetish.
Let a nigga say he got a problem semi or revolver I'll have him praying to god when he really need a doctor. . My momma said I should chill think about the momma's who losing a son because he was talking and wasn't proper.