Mercy on me, oh, say that I'm forgiven. And wrap your arms around me. To your goodness I surrender. Without mercy where is goodness?. Won't you have mercy on me?.
He's a stone delta blues man. He's a top rollmo' star. He's a stone delta blues man. He's a top rollmo' star. . Black wand, white magic, nitroglycerin.
(Steve Parrish). Well, the alarm clock's ringin'. And the sun shines in. Morning's on the rise. Well, the boss is irate. 'Cause you're an hour late. And the sleep's still in your eyes.
Well, I get up i the morning at six o'clock. Pull on my jeans and I punch the clock. I'm not getting rich, I'm happy as can be. Yeah, minimum wage is the life for me.
As I was walking, lonely, down the street. Suspicious of people I will never meet. I came to a little cafe run by pete. Thought I'd go right inside and get something to eat.
Die Dunkelheit umschlingt das Licht breitet sich aus denn ein Tag zerbricht. in den Nebeln der Vergangenheit entsteht ein Krampf der alle Sinne betubt.
Hei - liegt die Welt unter dem Himmel begraben. die Hitze - rafft sie dahin an einsamen Tagen. Staub - deckt alles zu kein Laut ist hier zu vernehmen.
Einst hat die Maschine uns Hilfe geschenkt. nur hat sie letztendlich den Menschen verdrngt. Erst gab sie uns Arbeit brachte uns ganz nach vorn. nun nimmt sie sie wieder erregt unseren Zorn.
Tell me where I'm, supposed to begin. An unhappy life working some kind of dead end job. But everything you thought you had. Has gone from worse to bad.
Tell me where I'm supposed to begin. An unhappy life working some kind of dead end job. For everything you thought you had. Has gone from worse to bad.
I see your shadow on the street now. I hear you push through the rusty gate. Click of your heels on the concrete. Waiting for a knock coming way too late.
You can spend the night waitin' for a prince charming to come along. Tall rich and handsome sensitive and strong. Take a look around at all these guys.
Jeg sitter p en kaf. Og titter ut av vinduet. Der gr det en mann med stokk og hund. Men jeg ser han kun en liten stund. For i neste sekund i mitt indre blikk.
The lines across your face. Are drawn with hate. 'Cause I'm drawn to someone else. Looks like you could use a little sleep. . I had some I didn't mention.
Miserable Mrs. Green sit by yourself and think awhile. Of all that once could have been instead of what is now. Well how does it even feel, you're no longer Madame Butterfly.
Ever get that feeling that you're just an act. Even though you meant it as a fact. And any old equation you thought that it would do. And you didn't care which way you turned a screw.
Lyrics : JB Music : MT. I believe only the real. Walk through life in what. I feel. Living life from day to day. What is wrong what is right. Who's to say.
Marching to death's bell. Descending into hell. Judgement day is near. & you fate is dear. . March to die, die, die, die. Take my mind & soul. Countless heads will roll.
Inside your pretending. Crimes have been swept aside. Somewhere where they can forget. . Divine upper reaches. Still holding on. This ocean will not be grasped.
Did I see a moment with you?. In a half lit world. I'm frightened to believe. But I must try, if I stumble, if I fall. I'm reaching out in this mourning air, ohh.