CHORUS. If I ever get back to Oklahoma,. Gonna nail my feet to the ground.. Too many stones are in my path. I been trippin' and fallin' down. Those Oklahoma City girls are fine.
The disciples were assembled. in the upper room,. They didn't know that Jesus. would be leaving very soon,. They talked about His kingdom. as they readied for the feast,.
Mister, I spit on your intentions. Well, I got reason and reason's all I need. And Mister, I spit on your protection. Stroke by the madness I'm about to proceed.
With my tongue tied in knots. its easier to get my thoughts across. and after all weve lost. I broke through. I dare you. . Bruised and blinded. its taken me so.
The day I came to Hollywood,. I got off the bus, just me an' my guitar.. My hair was all jacked-up for Jesus,. It got real quiet when I walked in that bar..
When I listen to my stereo. All I hear is a funky flow. It really makes me loose control. Bomfunk MC's in stereo. In stereo, in stereo. . All I hear is a funky flow.
You watch in terror, in fear of your life. Their execration revealed, only your death will suffice. You cannot conceal, this reality from your mind. As unknown powers, are unleashed upon mankind.
Outer defences neutralized. Lessons in munitions are reprised. Kancet never hammer. Caution must prevail. Concealment deep inside the wire. Where instincts never fail.
In the fight for existence and life. There is no law. And in the presence of eternal death. There is no law. . And just the struggle for power, the domination prevails.
No escape, there is no way out,. Of this constructed existence,. A created image of untrue conception,. You cannot find the real you.. Manipulated a hyped invention,.
innan du gr. vill jag ha deg till at sga. du kommer tilbacka. att du forstr. dom smrtar jag knner. de er desperate. som rinner i kroppen. och da liten mer.
Innan allt försvinner. Innan allt är över. Hör jag från en bakgård. Slingrad in i dina mjuka ben. En koltrast i slutet av april. Och dom lugna andetagen.
Vi sitter i samma bil, vi sitter i samma bil. Tusen år och tusen mil, vi sitter i samma bil.. Om det här är vad du vill, kan jag åka tusen till. En silverfärgad bil, vi sitter i samma bil..
Whitney{Bobby}. nobody does it better (sing it babe). makes me feel sorry for the past (i know the feel sorry too). nobody does it quite the way you do.
Ich dachte mir schon immer. daß ich was besonderes bin. doch jetzt bin ich sicher. Bescheidenheit ist nicht mein Ding. ich will mehr immer mehr. ich will Exzeß.
Wir ham' lange überlegt, ob wir reagiern.. Sollen wir schweigen ? Sollen wir euch ignorieren ?. Doch da wir sowieso dabei sind uns mit allen anzulegen..
Wir ham' lange überlegt ob wir reagiern. Sollen wir schweigen ? Sollen wir euch ignorieren ?. Doch da wir sowieso dabei sind uns mit allen anzulegen. Kommt das, was wir von euch hören gerade gelegen..