I am the best there is, I'm Fan3 and I handle my biz. I'm not universally known but I'm known to leave the speakers blown. See, I gotta get it pumpin' you know how we do it.
The space around our carved hearts. Is littered with, evidence. Evidence of time well spent. (Chase the dragon, drag the nail again.). . We let it be till someone else looks in,.
Don't cry, darling, please. We've seen worse days than these. And a love that bore a storm. Won't be broken by a breeze. . Look around and you'll see.
Im not the kind to kiss and tell. You should have known better. I thought you knew me. Pretty well. I was wrong. And saying sorry wont make. Everything all right.
Who feeds the banker when he's done filling up,. On golden eclipsing suns?. We take our drugs, but the heart still knows,. It's easier to take the gun..
Here we are still stuck in a crowd. with illusions, heart full of doubt. . You fall in time. no windows, a casino. You bleed on me. this dress is so expensive.
The nightingale sings a song for free. Sounds like my own symphony. I'm almost hypnotized by the sound. . I wake up and you're not around. Here things are moving very slow.
Banca Banca. there ain't no time to cry. Banca Banca. come on let's give it a try. Banca Banca. already on the move. Banca Banca. this is the banca groove.
Time has come to get the troops back together. No one's cruising for a bruising. It's a landslide, can't die. . Time to get what's coming to me. Time to let things go.
I think my heart might explode. Cause now I feel the weight. Of your love on me now. From my head down to my toes. And I can't handle nothin' else. . I'm staring at the mirror at these clothes.
ICH ENSTIEG DEM MUTTERLEIB. ALS KNABE JUNGE UND STRAMM. ZUPFTE AN DER NABELSCHNUR. ADUNGUNG - DIDLIDUNGBAM. . DIE HEBAMM' SCHRIE: EIN GROOVEGENIE. EIN MEISTER IST GEBOR'N!.
An einem Tag im Juli standest du vor mir. du rochst anch Pachouli - ich roch nur nach mir. ich ging vor dier zu Boden, warf mich in den Staub. du hast mich übersehen, das war Herzensraub.
Der Kuehlschrank ist leer, das Sparschwein auch.. Ich habe seit Wochen kein Schnitzel mehr im Bauch.. Der letzte Scheck ist weg, ich bin nicht liquid..
TEXT : Thomas Spitzer, H.G.Jackson. MUSIK : Thomas Spitzer,. SÄNGER / GRUPPE : Erste Allgemeine Verunsicherung. Herausgeschrieben: Horst W. Lange ([email protected]).
Der Khlschrank ist leer, das Sparschwein auch.. Ich habe seit Wochen kein Schnitzel mehr im Bauch.. Der letzte Scheck ist weg, ich bin nicht liquid.. Auf der Bank krieg ich sowieso keinen Kredit..
(1). Old mother habit, my cupboard is bear,. and my last few cheques are bouncing everywhere.. No scraps for the cat, no bone for the dog,. and I'm loosing all my friends, because my phone's cut off !.
One two three four... Lets burn these towns to the ground, girl. We'll chop the trees. But not the roots. We'll both find ways to retribute. We'll rob a bank and cross the tracks.
Reasons I have, stop me so true. Crossing that line again, weakness leaves little to prove. Heartbreak, it seems so big, becomes dark blue. It's so hard to take, no sweat I'm sure there's someone new.
You walked into the room. And assumed the whole world spins for you. Like all of the stars in your yard. I'm just singin' for a getaway car. . And all the headline news.