I'm hoping for I'll tell you there's no hope at all Just give me one more night to change With friends around I don't feel dead I'm not alone More
I am the screaming star You don't remember I am the jone who started The fucking game I am the screaming banshee That you don't recall I am the
Tulkojums: Sainte Catherines. Es daudz labprātāk Part Of Dying Bungee Scene.
to the show cos it?s where I wanna go Hop into the backseat, mom looks overdue Because I wanna be a lover and I wanna be a Saint I wanna get your mother and I
me what I'm hoping for I'll tell you there's no hope at all Just give me one more night to change With friends around I don't feel dead I'm not alone
some other guy's been a hangin' round Someone here that I want you to meet a new girl that lived across the street Makes me wanna go home... Oh I gotta get home oh I
I've said I loved them, knowin' I couldn't And I've given my heart to a woman Who said she'd stay when I knew she wouldn't Yeah I've done some pretty
The Lord is in His holy temple Let all the earth keep silence before Him Keep silence, keep silence Keep silence before Him Keep silence before Him
I was givin' her my money She treated me like I was B.B.King Hey, when I was givin' her my money She treated me like I was B.B.King Now I ain't got no
I've got a new story to tell you this evening, baby One that ain't never been told I went to work the other day But I thought that I'd double back And
is still bleeding I'm sure that you know that I did my best for you Like this evening without wine, without you I'm not me I'm sure that you know
top flo' I kissed on her forehead boo I got to go I'm making moves 22 fuck a real job All I think about is money I'm in a mob Hit the crib matching car
Darkened Northwind Fade away from all mankind To the darkness In your heart you feel your dying Fear the winter And the cold in which your living Always
guarapa It's 12 o'clock I'm hot And I'm ready I call my girls for a night on the town I give you a chance and I didn't hear nada And I'm about to let
kai ho on kai Ho zon tous aionas Meta tou pneumatos sou Ho Ophios ho archaios Ho Drakon ho megas Whore ov abominations I invoke theel The harlot ov the saints
Who brought the bomb wrapped up in business cards And stained with steak? Who hires a maid to wash his money? Who keeps politicians on the take? Who puts
saint in the city I was the king of the alley, mama, I could talk some trash I was the prince of the paupers, crowned down-town at the beggars' bash I
in the New Year New Year?s Eve Maybe I?m crazy to suppose I?d ever be the one you chose Out of the thousand invitations You receive Ah, but in case I
