Out in the yard there's a man stealing flowers from the garden,. Claiming they're all his to take with a smile and a wink,. And he's off until tomorrow, laughing all the way singing,.
This time you got it all figured it out. Think it's gonna work okay. But I'll make sure it won't. 'Cause I'll be standing in your way. . So wait a minute if you will.
One two, one two three four. . Being the king of asskissing, makes him a royal drag. And the king of asskissing, he's after me again, bringing me his royal nag.
Kaze stari: "Sta nam fali?. Nismo zedni nismo gladni". Zedan znam da nije. Od kad ne radi samo pije. . Stan je dobio od firme. one bivse domovine. tu je stao nije krao.
BapaKu yang Kekal. Pencipta yang Esa. Maha Kuasa. . Dikandung Roh Kudus. Yesus Kristus datang. Kau Jurus'lamatku. . Kupercaya Allah Bapa. Kupercaya Sang Putra.
(Words and music Geoff Bullock). King of Kings. Lord of Lords. Jesus the Son of God is glorified. Prince of Peace. Holy One. Jesus the Son of God is glorified.
Did you think this could happen, did you think you were warm. Holding my body for ransom, is just an idea to try and even the score. A habits' so hard to break, I'm planning my big escape.
Left arm left numb cause blood won't come. Hard pressed and tested to our tongues. Fine friends then blend into the walls. And we're sick to death of waiting on em.
These days I find, for me it's getting hard to sleep. I lie awake in my bed and do nothing but think. Sometimes this world, it makes me so uptight. I don't see why it's always, it's always such a fight, alright.
Tiggare kan ingen vara. I moder Kristinas barnaskara. Fr om du r en riktigt svag en. Fr du tillhra tiggarna i hagen. . Fy fan, ditt jvla svin. . Fittan Axn-Olin.
Tiggare kan ingen vara. I moder Kristinas barnaskara. För om du är en riktigt svag en. Får du tillhöra tiggarna i hagen. . Fy fan, ditt jävla svin. . Fittan Axén-Olin.
Born black. Black as my soul. Blacker than fall. A stepchild. Stepchild of the planet. Stepchild and unwanted. . An outcast. A misfit. Number one on your shitlist.
När du älskar någon,. ønsker du att känslorna förblir privata,. Om du sårar någon,. Vill du helst att inte folk skall börja prata.. . När du viskar något,.
Blood red and broken by the crowd. Don't let the shield that may come. Twisted and tangled in this. Web of tricks you spun for me. . No idle prayers. Burn innocence.
Trusting in our machine. We head for oblivion. . Raising the first alarm. Red light, red light. This is a warning sound. Red light, red light. . There's a haze.
He sits in his cell. And lays on his bed. Covers his head and closes his eyes. . He sees a smoking gun. And the coward he ran. And in his arms is the bleeding love of his life.
Er sagte Kriegstanz. Kriegstanz. Er sagte Kriegstanz. Kriegstanz. Er sagte erst den kleinen Finger. dann die ganze Hand. er sagte erst die großen Städte.
Het heeft een tijd geduurd. maar dit lied is eindelijk klaar. Er komt straks nog wat geschreeuw. en gerag op een gitaar. Niet dat het wat voorsteld. maar ik dacht ik zeg het maar vast.
De bejaardenbond uit Klazinaratjetoe. Die kreeg een briefje, ze mochten naar de TV toe. Met een hele bus naar de Vakantieman. . Ze maakten er een gezellig dagje van.