Broken down in paradise. Heavy like i'm hypnotized. And iam sure the sheep are all asleep by now. I was such a fool for you. I held my breath till iturned blue.
I live in this ghostown. The whispers from the walls fall like feathers to the ground. I walk upon these cemetary streets. And i don't speak the language of the skeletons that i meet.
I am the Great White Hunter. And you know I've come to search. Just to further human knowledge. All for science and research. . And if by chance I bring back.
Here by I return your love. I just wanna give it back. I am fading. The silence can be beautiful but also very cold. But somewhere out there there's a place where I belong.
Five seconds you destroy and then you pray. You've cut yourself and then you call. I am the one that gives you hope. I am the drug that eats you whole.
I'm feeling kind of wild I have burned down a house. The pleasure is mine it may be sick and may be wrong. That's why I did it all on my own. Pain in my mind is for no one to find.
(intro). . I have this key that will open the gate of fear.. No-one has ever had the guts to go there.. I open the gate and I cross to this other land..
You walk a narrow road. I know you face it on your own. But you've got the will inside. I can see it in your eyes. . You're not about mini skirts. And silly reasons just to flirt.
Give me one reason to live without Him. Give me one reason to walk away. I know you don't understand this feeling. How can I show that He is the reason.
ve kot spijemo bolji smo in lepe zgledamo. . po zgledu najboljega benda iz kneaka smo naredili en komad za zmelkoowa. junaka. je voh kot poljsko pivo in hiter kot raketa in skoi v daljino 3m brez zaleta.
Mehike telenovele v vsak slovenski kokonjak. v visoke nedostopne predele Himalaje vas odpelje na nuklearni vlak. hamburger in kokakola v vsako bumansko vas.
When I was just a little boy. I really longed to have a gun. but when I said to my mum. I saw she wouldn't buy me one. But my young mind would not forget.
Nothing comes from dreams but dreams. Still you believe in wonder. Something happens and it seems. Like a strike of thunder. . Nothing comes from love but love.
You should get out,. Baby you should get out,. Baby you should get out. . I like the apartment, she love the villa. I like rum she don't drink liquor.
Boy. Boy on Blow. Boy on Blow. Boy on Blow. . Gospel sodomy boy on blow. Let me cum in your ass. Gospel sodomy boy on blow. In your tight little ass. Lucifer's lawnmower boy.
Cunt you see... the gender of the beast. . Sly grin... a sweet caress. Soon you're feeding right from the beast. Cheese cake... a slice of pie. A pair of cans... and a big brown eye...
He's got a monkey in a blue suit. That drives his cadillac. Everyone's in his back pocket. Things are right on track. . It's gay... so gay. . He's a legend of the black and white.
Monday morning, I am off again. Longing for the week to end. Got the time but no do to spend. Fame and fortune won't be my friend. Oh no, here she go.
Well, its a groove thang, it's gotta funky swing. Well, it's a groove thang, a groove thang. . Come on. . We're moving on, keeping strong. Don't you let them steer you wrong.
written by Warren Zevon 1989 Zevon Music Inc./BMI. It's 5:00 P.M. on a weekday, friend. There's one of me and two million of them. The whistle blows and the factories close.