Ich trum' vom Opel Kadett. nur schlicht als Coup. den ich dann selbst ausstatten darf. frei nach eigener Idee. Zuerst werden rundum die Scheiben. mit bunten Bommeln gerahmt.
You've been missin'. Out on all the chances you've been given. Is it something within. Holding you back instead of livin'. . Your day is coming though it seems far.
All you say. Is give me the money. It's hard to care. When you lied to me honey. . Watch you do. Is standing masturbation. Can you prove?. The words are for tasting.
Despite all of the negatives. I still get up and, yeah, I still get down. . No reason, I'm made of positives. And all you fuckers cannot turn me round.
I keep hanging around your kitchenette. And I'm gonna get a pot to cook you in. I stick my fingers in your biscuit jar. And crush all your Gingerbread Men.
So many times I've waited, for you to recognize my face. But you don't seem to notice I'm alive. . I want to know you --- why do you run?. I'd never hurt you --- but still you run.
Looking under the washing machine. I'm picking up our loveline. Of dirtier change. Maybe my old blue jeans. I haven't worn in a year. But deep in a pocket.
KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!. KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!. . I'll get you. I'll find you. I'll kill you, muther-fucker!. KILL! KILL!. . I'll throw up. Right on your face.
Music and Lyrics by THE GREAT KAT. ARE YOU READY TO BE ABUSED BY THE GREAT KAT????!!!!. AH! I want to ABUSE you!. Now I get to lock up and hurt you endlessly.
KAT possessed your body. And your soul. Now you shall obey me and be my slave!. First, you shall beg and grovel. Then you shall do what I say!. That's right! Blind devotion!.
We were the kings of the summer. We were the kings of the. . I miss the summer now that we are older. Cause we were so young and we were dumb. Before big city thinking, we were all drinking.
Way back in '97 was a young blossomin' ho. Only given 'bout 8 blowjobs, never drank or smoked indo. Until one fine evenin', pages I was receivin'. Beginning to feel that old heavin' in my beave and.
It is the end, of the eleventh century. The Christians rule. Europian countries. The Pope is the head of church. Representing God on earth. His words are the law.
It's twelve o'clock in London town. Human beings creeping 'round. Pestilence all over the land. People dying and there's no end. . Screams and laughter fill the air.
By God's Grace. I'm the King. James the 7th. obey or death I bring. . I hunt the convenanters down. the wigtownshire martyrs drown. . sixteen eighty five.
The Grail is veiled in mystery. Ancient books of history. At Last Supper with his discipleship. Jesus raised it to his lips. And when Christ was crucified.
Waiting tonight. Your feelings spending bright. Unbreading of the life by brutal through. . Wheels of fire. Someone take higher. Cold places but you are never know.
[Chorus: Frukwan]. It gets deep, think that you can stand it?. It gets deep, would you rather be branded?. I know I don't, cause things ain't what they seem.
I can feel the battle waitin on your lips with every kiss. It just dont feel like it used to.. Late at night, when I hold you tight, somethings just not right..
Tnn ei pysty miul on krapulapiv. krapulapiv, krapulassa piv. sujuu ku tanssi, pelaan lpi pasianssin. . Tnn ei pysty miul on hirvee olo. darraparra, miul on kaamee kojo.