... Out spread ocean private connections Refined touch of coolness mouth i feel thrill of joy Blue faint light tomorrow is today...
[spoken:] Shooting up in the boys room at Dog High School, Dorkville, USA. Another west, and Louie Louie, they got something going down kinda screwey
Slave you get what you bring Tired or you get what we give I feel like I'm stuck in between Again, again, again and again Loath, I've been subjected
i found your holes today your spots made my way i know what i can't do so i swear today i'm gonna walk away i'll walk away so many times i have felt
A Picture Fills This Lonely Scene Devoid Of Answers Coming To Me Will You Do That, That Dance For Me You've Never Looked Better Under Red Light's Tinge
Pick me a town in any clime People like a rockin' time Stay awake both day and night And everybody's feeling good and right Then throw me Smack dab in
Completely untouchable, I knew no surprises Wrapped in a cold world of my own devising But I heard you smashing and swinging hard outside Saw your sweet
You said, you recall about seven years ago now You said, that you we're so tough And I loved it, ooh Loved you for putting me down in a totally new way
Shut up Nobody cares what you have to say Shut up Nobody's listening to you anyway You got your eye liner done wrong Fake nails too long Fingers
Alla debajo del puente Bajo su sombra En un hoyo por cobijo Suena con bombas. No sabe de donde viene, No sabe ni quien es, No sabe ni siquiera ke dia
[Intro: Kon Artis] Haha, yea, Mr. Porter(D-Twizee) That's right muthafuckas we back, say it(D-Twizee) You know we came it fuckin came up right? come on
Get ready for the smack down Get ready for the smack down How ya gonna react When ya put on ya back now 'Cause there's no turnin' back When you're facin
The Prime Minister called said "I need your help, The sky is falling and the earth is gonna melt" I said "It sounds like you're in pretty bad shape, I
I don't want a fast car Don't need a four lane highway There's not another place i'd rather be Cuz out here in the country Bluebirds sing for nothing
Would it always be the same Give it all to reason Let me down You watch me drown Hold me down I can't explain Though I never could - that's the problem
He just needs a hot shot, He just needs a hot shot, You need a hot shot You need a hot shot You are always running out And you are always running short
Claims, they crawled from those clouds and over mountains cried into the streams where they ran the length of past and time that called out with their