I know this music is loud but I'm gone say this. And I hope that you can hear threw all this craziness. See I don't mean ta be all up in yo ear boy. But I gotta make sure you hear me clear boy.
I know that I'm a diamond. But you don't gotta treat me like one. I know I shine like platinum. And I'm about as real as they come. And I don't like the way you're doing me.
Well, I'm rumblin' in this JCB. I'm five years old and my dad's. A giant sittin' beside me. . And the engine rattles my bum like berserk. While we're singin', "Don't forget your shovel.
Well, I'm rumbling in this JCB. I'm 5 years old and my dad's a giant, sitting beside me. And engine rattles my bum like berserk. While we're singing. Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
Lies, lies, lies, lies. Gold, gold, gold, gold. Guns, guns, guns, guns. Fire, fire, fire. . Gold, gold, gold, gold. Church, church, church, church. Guns, guns, guns, guns.
(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede). The war monument is still standing. Between two football fields. With the name of the men killed on the battle fields.
Wenn selbst ein Kind nicht mehr lacht wie ein Kind. . dann sind wir jenseits von Eden.. Wenn wir nicht fühlen. die Erde. sie weint. wie kein and'rer Planet.
The need to realize. Shot, shot, shot, blank. Staring down the barrel of my arm. Shot, shot, shot, dead. It's over drawn black. Shot, shot, shot, red.
She doesn't know how to relax. Doesn't know how to hold back. And all I can do is laugh. . Maybe I'm too much in love. Maybe I don't give a fuck. It's never enough.
I make it on the humble, it's marvelous. Sippin fine wine and champagne. Smokin cannibis, poor folks don't understand this. Helicopter rides, first class airline flights.
Judy's in the sandbox. With gravel in her shoes. She's playing in the spotlight. No sugar with that pose. . And everywhere that judy is. Her lamb is sure to go.
Jimmy Rose owns a tattoo parlor. Three times a day. Cooks a spoon of powder. I wash the dishes piled in his tub. If I wait too long he may never stand up.
Kar kotha go bhabcho bose. Gal-ti laje-lal. Ke dekeche victoriay pachta-dose kal(x2). . Bolo na sundari. Jae take dhori(x2). . Naile pore prem-bazare korbo je Hartal....
You can climb a mountain. You can swim the sea. You can jump into the fire. But you'll never be free. You can shake me up. Or I can break you down. Whoa-o-o-o-, whoa-o-o-o-.
Written by: Harry Nilsson. Vocals: Harry Nilsson. Piano: Nicky Hopkins. Pedal Steel Guitar: Red Rhodes. Drums: Barry Morgan. Bass: Klaus Voorman. Acoustic Guitar: John Uribe.
How the autumn never leaves and my laundry never dries. How my house is full of thieves and my bed is full of lies. Calling on the fortune wheel, hearts of gold and hands of steel.
Jag har sett det p Facebook hon har kpt sin biljett. och hon r skert bttre n jag p mnga stt. Och snart kommer hon till dig sexton timmar tills dess. och jag bryts i bitar.
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. His name is my name too. Whenever we go out. The people always shout. There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. Da da da da da da da.
talk tougher than james cagney. act smarter than charlie chan. love longer than valentino. or you never will be a man. . i saw him down at the drive-in saturday.