All the sainted sinners they pay handsomely And eventually they make the weapons And they run the prisons and they sell the justice 'Cause, 'cause bein
self control I got your name on my face, your face on my mind Baby come, baby come, graffiti my soul Baby come, baby come, graffiti my soul Baby come, baby come, graffiti
Der Graf, ist nicht das, was er mal war Ja der Graf, wirkt heut seltsam und bizarr Ja der Graf, lebt von Blutkonserven, Ratten und Getier Ja der Graf,
re not the first here on earth clear Cause I'm still here and I'm cursed too Cursed like you Hush baby stop now We all miss you we always will
Been feelin' kind of free, but I sure do feel lonesome Baby's takin' a trip, but she ain't takin' me I've been feelin' kinda free, but I'd rather feel
There is no such thing as fire and brimstone. When the rains come, so will the floods and Noah will be your grave. Help promote the de-evolution of the
A curse brought upon this earth alive, dead or something worse? now we're halfway and hungry (is it) all we are, all we're supposed to be? nothing left
s okay Cause I'll have peace on my final day Down in this shallow hole where I must lay This Iowa dirt is mighty cold This Iowa dirt is mighty cold And god will
Willie moore was a young man, his age 21 and he courted a damsel fair Oh, her eyes were as white as a diamond after night and a wavy jet black wore her
Oh don?t you know that Jesus died to wash your sins away Please heed His call and in sin don?t fall We?re getting closer to the grave each day They nailed
Passing by a lonesome graveyard Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darling Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I?m left to wander
Превод: Acacia Щам. Ной ще ви бъде Grave.
Превод: Уилямс, Ханк. `Нийт Една студена Gray Tomb Of Stone.
Превод: Уилямс, Ханк. Ние сме приближава до гроба всеки ден.
Превод: Уили Нелсън. Вашият памет няма да умре в гроба.
Превод: Уилямс, Robbie. Dig Вашият Полиран Nails Into The Dirt.
Превод: Уил Смит. Вербалната Graffiti.
