Keep It Together

Kine Joe

Knock Out

Kidney Punch

有心人 Kind

Karuna

Kettensu00e4genmassaker

Kann Uns Nicht Passiern'n

Keep Your Lamp Trimmed And Burning

Fred:. Well, keep a-your lamp. Annie Mae:. (Trimmed an burnin'). . Keep a-your lamp. (Oh, trimmed an burnin'). Keep a-your lamp. (Oh, trimmed an burnin').

King Of Song

I grew up like any boy-child. In modest, humble conditions. But now they gild the ground I have betrodden. The globe is spinning on my thumb. . People will rise for me.

Karate Guy

One, two, thre. . I like to kick it. I'm a karate guy. Kiai, Kiai. I like to kick it. I'm a karate guy. Kiai, Kiai. . We kick it. Like karate guys. Got the drinks and the ladies and the party ice.

Knockin' On Heaven's Door

Mama, take this badge off of me. I can't use it anymore. It's gettin' dark, too dark to see. I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door. . Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.

Kiss & Tell

Ten cents a dance. It's the only price to pay. Why give 'em more. When it's only love for sale?. . Adam and Eve. It's the oldest game in town. Just a one way street.

Kings Of Speed

Please don't come any closer to me, I feel old like a withered tree, these days are passing eternally, you won't ask me to slow it down, blurred emotions in the crown of the kings of speed, and all we see in full motion collection..

Karma Police

Karma Police. Arrest this man. He talks in maths. He buzzes like a fridge. He's like a detuned radio. . Karma Police. Arrest this girl. Her Hitler hairdo.

Kingdom Of Loss

Someone sells us Toys in a cheap cartoon. Someone sells us Cars in the latest Bond. That?s coming soon. Someone sells us Trends through a sitcom star.

King Of Loss

Mother, at my first breath. Every paragraph was set. As I inhaled the scent of debt. Mother, that first stolen air. On papers saying I'm not mine. . "We crown you, the King of Loss....

Kreuzberg

There is a wall that runs right through me. Just like the city, I will never be joined. What is this love? Why can I never hold it?. Did it really run out in the strangers' bedrooms?.

Kettling

We smash the window. Popo don't fuck around. As their cameras take pictures of us. We just laugh. We laugh. . Because they can't stop this. We can feel it in our bones.

Kootch's Song

She is frenzied to the point of pain.. She is counting up her list again.. She won't satisfy another man.. You understand.. You can't cross the boundary beyond.