me feel I want to make you fell like you make me feel I think you stuck my friends with knives Dragged him out so he could die One in his heart and three
Tulkojums: Black Flag. Trīs naktis.
ol' saloon there was their lil' home Away from home, they say the ghosts of bad and evil still live In that tavern and on a quiet night, you can still
superlative, blindfolded learn to drive at night up on a girder bridge, heard a "NO!" Talib dirty nervousness, yes the boys are back Oh yes the boys in black
, made track look easy The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they was rated P.G. Run, I will not give up, no, quick flag the car down Take me to
but loose And I'm so damn good that I don't have to brag Now there's twenty thirty beautiful women A sleepin' at the foot of my bed And every night, every night
same way Spending nights over Egypt to learn a brave day Paint a picture of the ghetto like J.J. You the Ray J. of this rap world I travel the globe with a black
(I play the street life Because theres no place I can go street life its the only life I know) Come home and your daddy go to work(go to work) Three
To heal the cracks that split apart America gone plastic And now there's Dylan dripping from his mouth He's hitching himself way down south To learn a little black
this world? I guarantee you'll like it It'll take your breath away Gonna get you so excited Once I taste your Milky Way Girl spend the night Come take
Here they come down main street Drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar! Bands are a playin' and flags are a wavin' And the Vanguards and
two, one two three Hey, can you turn it up a little louder, please Thank you Marlon Brando on a motorbike In the black leather heat of a Saturday night
, where the politics of reality were once created, Are deserted at night and the rulers sleep secure. They are under no threat as long as the people are
people worth reading and still see the muck on the sky of the ceiling please raise the flag rosy red carpet envy english used here is messenger is
masks I'm in my old school with the Georgia tag With my Georgia ass and my red flag I'm G'd up from the feet up In my black van with my feet up And
foot wings wave in the air i am drunk laying against the striped table pushing these banners into the airless beach waving these flags as i murmur the
can't tell if there's a difference anymore, Goin' up or goin' down, where's the elevator door, Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor, Black Flag'
dance floor, right, some kid stepped up to Them and said somethin' about hippies, then punks And the chubby one, Plug Three? Yeah, Plug Three, yeah I know him All right, Plug Three
