Текстове на песни:
Favorite Blind

spurt das Bose scheint den Kampf zu gewinnen, denn was ich sehe macht nun mal anders keinen Sinn Hook: Und es reicht, wir sind nicht langer blind Wir

Mercy, mercy, why didn't we hear it? Mercy, mercy, why did we read it Buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted in

go, can?t go with her Can?t go, can?t go with her Can?t go, can?t go with her Can?t go, the gypsy woman This is her favorite game to play She?s got

' help you sing this song. (Kevin Rudolf) I love just who you are, I ain't gon' try to change ya. You are a Shooting Star, That's why you are my favorite

Do we expect the system made for the elect To possibly judge correct? Properly serve and protect? Materially corrupt, spiritually amuck Oblivious to the cause, prosperously bankrupt Blind leading the blind

You're living in a place you left behind Going 'round in circles all the time Can see the way your head, it's like you're blind So open your eyes and

I don't care if you wreck my car or shave off all my hair You can go and run your vacuum during my favorite show And I'll let you call up folks in Europe

luck cuttin' nothin', carryin' on, you wear them gowns So how come I feel so lonely when you're up gettin' down? So I play along when I hear that favorite

You were my favorite girl, I was your favorite guy And somehow I thought that we'd always be down, down We went through crazy times, inside this crazy