All my friends are going death And breathing' s just a waste of breath And hearing just makes me deaf And coming down leaves nothing left The street is
Превод: Някои момичета. Всички мои приятели ще Death.
I am not too proud to confess that you have got me on scraped knees Kick the crutches from broken legs the nurses just keep me in bed Oh, sometimes i
I couldn't be who your god Wants me to be He's never even introduced himself to me I would be more inclined If "he" was a "she" "i'm hearing your plan
Our lipstick' s lined some luscious lips Up and down the vegas strip I walked solo, so slow, alone We all want something to call our own There' s a bible
Come and lay down
My biblebelt is breaking From taking and taking And I keep on fainting From waiting and waiting Hey, you and me were once lovers Take a walk Down Heaven
song or rather hummed it Through a key hole Through a cracked voice Coated cherry description: Breaking fucking breathing dead I've got this song in my
[originally by the stooges]
Oh baby doll, i'm in a bad place, a fixed cat fight, a sewer rat race All my lovers watering rain thru storm windows at the theater of pain And i dont
So we are on a poor, but potentially lovely ship And i want to cannonball the railing, live-vest and all Hey ho let's go Ok it's colder than i thought
get me wrong i know something is wrong And now we're gonna dance to a different song No lovers or blankets are keeping me warm Between two cities decisions are
Bring on the slut factor Reflecting all thats wrong You call me tear catcher It's just a fucking song You aint got nobody And i aint got nobody too Give
All my friends are going death And breathing' s just a waste of breath And hearing just makes me deaf And coming down leaves nothing left The street
You and me Fall asleep At the wheel Where are we going anyway We may as well stop here Cause I'm barely breathing anyway Hey, we won't be coming home
any sympathy And in my head i'm on my porch Buildings across the street from me Living lives too complete for me Faces far too sweet for me Hey, these are
, dead nigga's ghost, Feds with toast Knockin' my door down sweat poor down my body Roast from the heat so I soak my sheets Wake up shiverin', pull my
this man to man? Let them bitch niggas creep I still remember in the days when we was friends chillin Now it seems you going to have to be my next killin