I'm not that kind of girl who thinks I can change the world. With just a simple twirl of my hair. I'll never break your heart, tear your soul apart. With just a simple spark from my stare.
Cas: 5:12. Kazdej patej American sedi ve vezeni,. lidi bojej se vychazet pesky po setmeni,. sama vrazda, sama kradez,. zfanatizovana mladez.. Italsky vinari zase davaj metyl,.
Cas: 3:04. Vzdycky kdyz skonci nejaka laska. Nezbyde v mozku vubec nic. Prazdny misto zaplnit by mela. Stara dobra cista nenavist. Zadna vselidska a kruta zloba.
Cas: 2:23. Jsem u baru na panaka. Jasna paka je to tim. Ze stoly jsou obsazeny. A tancovat neni s kym. Nikde zadna krasavice. Nikde zadnej narkoman. Velka nuda a co vice.
Cas: 3:15. Text: Christian Morgenstern. Dve ruce bile, bile tak, jak rubas snehobily. ve ctvrtem kruhu sepjaly se v znak,. zatimco driv se naopak v dvou ruznych.
Cas: 3:18. Naha naha a bezbranna. Ted me divne divne rozneznuje. Nevim kam to patri. Nikde neni skulinka. A nelze zjistit zadnej vyznam. Jak dlouho vydrzi kvetina.
I'm tired of being what you want me to be. Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface. Don't know what you're expecting of me. Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes.
So now I've been forced to give advice. On a matter in which now I've become involved. Should I stop my thoughts and close my eyes. Play the lover's role in the beggar's disguise.
Shiny hair, black eyes, soulless shirts. Pride in bitches on this street that's where it hurts. Apparently we're social fabric to the core. I'll take this thread and i'll grind it to the curb.
Tell me where I'm going to?. Got nothing, I wanna lose. Round and round and back again. Grin upon my fuckin' head. . Nothin's comin'. I feel your death.
(Vinnie Vincent). Hey metal leather cathouse queen. Love sugar she's dynamite. Hot little pistol, living dream. A bad misses she's skin tight. No, she's never been, no, she'll never be.
Writhing violence. Essentially without distortion. Wired silent. Vanishing into the boredom. Deliberately made. To disintegrate. Difficult existence. Underestimating alienation.
We are not politically correct. What did you expect? Wounds to inflict?. Words to make you act? My words are suspect. As is my intellect. And. so I spew my tracts and hope they make an impact..
(a cult tragedy at glance). A man in a mission. and a man on a mission. Crockett and Koresh. Two guys named Dave. livin? in the old southwest.. One lived in Waco.
We're just sitting here for the new messiah.. We're just sitting here waiting to achieve Nirvana.. We wanna make a Buddha appear, an Allah apparition right here..
"God speaks English and ignores the cries of Baghdad's babies.". "The enemy is a dog that doesn't know he's foaming at the mouth. with rabies." They're back again (as if they ever went away) with.
Wells there's this nazi inside my head and he tells me that he wants to. see the Jews all dead and everywhere he looks he sees red, redder. than the fathers of the fatherland shed, he's sick and he's fed up to.
Well you've got everthing that you could possilby need. You've got. your fast red car. You've got your lines of speed. You've got an office. of your own and your fax machine and lots of tacky clothes for when.
I don't need anybody else, not anybody else. But you right by my side. Just when I think I've had enough. Not tired of getting off. With you I'm satisfied.
Shake, shake, shake. Around the funeral fire. Take, take, take. A breath for every liar. . So no, no, no, no one's here to see. These things we dont believe.