When you're down kissin' the ground. And your friends downtown. Won't even let you sleep on the floor anymore. When you're holdin' up a cup. On a corner in the cold all night.
Morning papers brought it on the page one. . Advertisement promises this a kind of fun.. Main event is coming up - coming up -. . Main event is coming up - coming up -..
Verse. Lightning then you're gone again. It's better left or never said. After all the story ends. And the time I had aint mine no more. It's always been a closing door.
[Red 1]. Yo yo. We rude bwoys Van-city outlaws. Yo, the Red reaper, bust back your street sweeper. Call Mr. Martin and the preacher. To the saloon, the showdown high noon.
[Rasaq]. Ay, ay. I'm not a good guy, Imma hood guy. Get ya hair cooked fry, chook pie. Good bye, and if I rap that besides the point. Bout to take a nine and point, put a slug beside ya joint.
Ki kldte s mi a neve? A moziban a helye,. De ltezik s nem mese a fele. SE a CIA sem az FBI, (LLJ!). Sem a KGB nem tud annyit rtani,. Mint a szaki, aki ha beindul, ht beprg a guriga,.
Monstablokaz. . Yes. . Chorus (2x). My people I see you,. Hands up like we do,. Rock on, drop bombs. . Verse 1. (Raptile). This is. Fire fire fire fire,.
When everybody leaves you. And you stay alone. Forsaken in the dark. And nobody asks where you are. That is hard. That is hard. . Then you live a hard life.
Hush ! the waves are rolling in,. White with foam, white with foam;. . Father toils amid the storm;. But baby sleeps at home.. . Hush ! the winds roar wild and deep,-.
This old town seen better days. I see boards like band-aids on window panes. Stores on Main Street look betrayed and the for sale signs have all begun to fade.
A Charming love song to a highland maiden in which her lover vows. to return and reclaim ber to share his life of exile in the lowlands.. . Seisd (Chorus).
My heart beats wild and deep. Every thought in my mind has your name on it. It's hard to breath and I can't speak. Think of your love and just how much I want it.
One, two, three, four. . You spun your web back a Sunday or two. I ain't never met nobody like the likes of you. You got me preachin' the news. . You turned down my road and decided to stay.
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my house today. There was a big ass U-Haul trailer in my way. And she was headed for the car so I grabbed my old guitar.
I feel so disappointed within human life. Driven by this sick ideal of buying paradise. Yeah everything is sold. But not for what it is. Money establishes the rules.
Here we stand again chatting with our heads. About all the things we think. We should already have. Cause we try it real hard we've given all our best.
Holy lines. Bible vine. Spring almighty voice. Shared faith. Common grace. Light upon a different choice. Moral rules distinct tools. Frame divine approach.