He said, "We're all dead". Ten years we would appear. These prophecies we should have feared. 'Cause now they're here. . (Stop this all). Seasons fade there's not much to say.
You know, I'll call. I won't just knock. I'd never make you chop. I'll crush the rock. I'll get the door. Oh, after you. When things are breaking up. I'll be the glue.
spoken:. I've seen horrors, horrors that you've seen I've seen spectacles ?. . No more illusion. No more transfusion. The bar is met. It makes my head spin.
Shawnette. She wanted it. From the boy down in the boiler room. . Shawnette. She had Tourettes. She said, "Goddamn, motherfucker, your ass is mine". .
Tell it to your sister and tell it to your brother. Just how much you miss them, why you don't even brother?. Could this be the same love, we share with one another.
Everyday, I keep on lying to you. I just don't know what to do, but I do. So leave me alone, I just wanna stay here at home. So far away from whatever some might say or some might do.
Looking for a new direction. Sleeping with the. enemy. Searching for the right connection.. Hoping it can set you free. Rainbows and. waterfalls. Flow through my mind. look into my.
Now here's a little cuento hat I'd like to contar. Un pendejo que conozco who liked to drogar. Started way back in the Mexico city. The year was '97 Molotov was the epitimy.
Debout sur le balcon. Il parle du Japon. Mais personne ne l'coute. Dans la garnison. Il a le coeur d'un lion. Il a la conviction. Refusant l'abandon. De toute une tradition.
Les salopards. Cherchent la bagarre. Les malatars. Tranent dans les bars. Les jeunes pillards. Foutent le bazard. Les steaks tartares. Sur des brancards.
Sur les plateaux de la rgion la plus sauvage. Dans une jungle, perche tout l-haut prs des nuages. Sur un piton qui domine tous les marcages. Qu'importe donc car tu es libre et tu voyages.
Feeling the sunlight breaking down our souls.. Learning that love will soon be the sign.. Promise of new days,. And a new day will be born.. Feeling the sunlight beating down us all..
Its that choir of wrong when every word was right.. Those senseless phone calls in the middle of the night. And that one good thing that always gets away.
Oh take me home, baby. . Man that dixie music makes. Move your feet around. Another blast of that southern mass. In the good ole' country sound. Ain't nothing like that feel.
It was the devil's reign that called him. As he was runnin' from the law. He had him in an awful strange hold. It was the worst kind of them all. Then he took him down below.
Oh baby. I got to tell you something. Your lies and your alibies been driving me crazy. . Oh shoot it. Rock and roll thats my game. Fast cars, prety women, fortune and fame.
Is this how it ends? We're strangers again. It's over but you won't explain. No kiss, no goodbye, not one final lie. Just cold to the bone from the. Ice that's runnin' through your veins.
Making my way across Dixie, eighteen sixty-five. I walked all day and halfway to heaven. Now believe I'm on the other side. Day turns into night time, night time's by my side.