(browne/maitland/glenister). . You have all you want. Your shadow stands so tall. You can't see over it. And it's what you need. . There's no-one going to.
(Browne/Glenister). Getting peeled off another bar. I've got to go but it's just too far. She's looking good for a night in a padded cell. Like a virus with no antidote.
Un soir presse d'aller veiller. En cherchant ses dentelles. Pas raze pas maquille. M'as-tu sortir pareille. Ouindi ouindi ouindi ouindi. Ouin ouin. Les tiennes o sont-elles?.
Un soir presse d'aller veiller. En cherchant ses dentelles. Pas raze pas maquille. M'as-tu sortir pareille. Ouindi ouindi ouindi ouindi. Ouin ouin. Les tiennes o sont-elles?.
I don't need to tell the truth. But I never lie. I don't need to bow to you. You're just passing by. . I never wanted to be the one. You bitch and moan and come home to.
(slowa: Kukiz; muzyka: E.L.O.). Ja w domu telewizor Sony mam. Video Sanyo, na kompakcie gram. Nie jestem cham. Nie, nie, nie, nie jestem cham. Ja domy mam dwa i cztery auta.
(slowa i muzyka: Kukiz). O, partyjo ma ukochana. Tobie oddaje czesc. Tys moj kraj okryla plaszczem. Silnas jak mlot i sierp. Opiekunko uciemiezonych. W tobie nadzieja ich.
One for the lover and one for the lost. Oh the price of sin. One for the sinner and one for the love. I'm in. . One for tomorrow. And one for the life I've led.
It's over your team just lost the game to the underdog. Loose running off the chain. It's over you got no back up to match us. This rap attack just surpassed it's masters.
In a world, few hearts survive. Every mornin' when I wake up. I'm thankful I'm alive. My mind starts trippin'. As I look up at the sky. Then I look down.
In this game of life we're playing,. You can't tell where you stand.. 'Cause when they deal out your cards,. It ain't always the upper hand.. But you can bet your bottom dollar,.
Oh, look outside the window. There's a woman being grabbed. They've dragged her to the bushes. And now she's being stabbed. . Maybe we should call the cops.
I'd like a one-way ticket home, ticket home. Where I can watch television, talk on the telephone. But every town I wander there's a billboard on a throne.
Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street. Rolling of the drums and the trampin' of the feet. General salutes and mothers wave and weep. . Here comes the big parade.
Well, sometimes I am happy, sometimes sad. Thinkin' of the good times I have had. Thinkin' of the places I have been. Sometimes down, sometimes up, sometimes in.
Another sunday morning, another time to pray. A brand new dress to wear and a doll to put away. Another sermon, another hymn to sing. And on her hand a golden ring.
The end of endings has started. The battle lines have been drawn. And as the smoke clears we will be the ones marching on. The gates of hell have been shaken.
The old covent garden. I remember only too well. . The girl's a fool. She broke the rule. She hurt him hard. This time you will break down. . She's lost his trust.