street, The sidewalk and the sign, And I'm one too many mornings An' a thousand miles behind. It's a restless hungry feeling That don't mean no one
Превод: The Band. Пиенето Сутрин.
chord strums and the drums set in And I know what I have been waiting around for 'Cause no one's going home until the morning comes No one's gonna sleep
you, 'cause you ain't got a band But they don't understand Some things is meant to stay between a woman and man And they hate Griffy too so they try
[Black Thought] From the Tunnels in the wee hours of the black morning From The Roots sprout the Foreign Objects family tree This is mad abstract All
-- just a little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it all behind and sing One more
somebody said that this morning i know what they said where is my murderer?/mother gun? the jokes on you HAHAHAHAHAH the joke HAHAHAHAHAH come here only one
At night I cover my ears in tears The man downstairs must have drank too many beers But one day you'll pay Doomed to this kid that you fueled with anger
When I wake up in the morning No one tells me what to do Everybody wants to try to show me Just exactly what I gotta do I'm living in the USA Take
up to my soul Am I observer or participant or huckster of belief Making too much of a life so mercifully brief? So I stride down sunny streets and the band
, She lay cold and dead before the empty grate. Every year thousand of people die of hypothermia, Too hungry, too cold, too poor to stay alive. * At
the show. I sat her down right next to me and I got her a beer While I mixed that sound on the stage so the band could hear The more I watched her watch
desk, or at a table eating dinner and there is some one, some slave, or some anything underneath eating mine alone and no one knows or eating every ones
One heart too many I have broken love dreams that faded away Too many teardrops have fallen too many vows cast aside Soft wedding bells should be ringing
one see 'Cause your down with the style, 'cuz your down with me Oh, rig the selector when your on the mixer Along with Peter Metro upon the echo chamber Two, one
can get a glimpse of the one that they call mo' Mr. low-pro, fans peepin like der he go Two lane now, put yo bite on me Y'all done waited too long, I
, the acceptance of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home. One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of
of me by my father and mother, who I had not spoken to since I had left home. One morning my manager Alex came in and broke up one of our nightly Easy
