Come down, closer I know this is everlasting Somehow closer along the way So much, now this And I feel worse than I have ever felt And I know you say
care The world is holding back The time has come to The world is holding back The time has come to The world is holding back The time has come to galvanize
Well let's go back to the middle of the day that starts it all I can't begin to let you know just what I'm feeling And now the red ones make me fly and
Hey hey hey somebody's always funk'n with your head No matter where you go you know you just can't stop people from funk'n with your head I was hanging
I followed it half way around the world It's obnoxious and absurd I dedicate myself too late To all the people who have heard The sound of the living
I don't give a fuck, till I die, I'ma live it up Hit 'em up, nigga what? What? Nigga what? Better watch yo' ass 'fore I pull the choppers out the stash
"I'm so glad" he tells me and you, "It's so sad" we know it ain't true: Oooh, in Tommy's head He told me, "I'm head over heels," a phoney We know what
Say Anything To Prove Your Point You Never Will Get Your Information, My Explanation Opinion Without Fact Empty As Air Fate Won't Define Me, My Actions
Dizzy I'm so dizzy, my head is spinnin' Like a whirlpool, it never ends And it's you, girl, makin' it spin You're makin' me dizzy First time that I saw
Je houdt van hem, niet meer van mij "Wie weet tot ziens" is wat je zei het blijft maar malen in m'n kop Een dier in doodstrijd op TV Alweer een koe
And if it's bad Don't let it get you down You can take it And if it hurts Don't let them see you cry You can make it Just hold your head up, woman Hold
Everyday feels the same The bomb keeps ticking 'til the routine breaks Anyway's the same for you Break another glass then I come to the rescue Paint
If I had no friends, I'd have no one to ridicule So goes the tale of the resident fool If I clear my space, I could clear it to be with you Backhanded
Trying to lift her, pull her Six, Six, Six in the mornin and I'm takin a nap In the back of the car, waitin for the stars to snap The scars on my
REVOLUTION stand auf unseren Fahnen REVOLUTION stand uns im Gesicht wir haben erlebt, was andere nicht mal ahnen REVOLUTION - weniger wollten wir nicht
Mr. Sandman showing his beam When he walks into the room the walls lean in to listen Surf out, blank waves, click back and forth Like old headlights,
Home laboratory turned mortuary Experimental transplants and surgery Using bleach and corrosives to make zombies Gaping cranium sutured with epoxy Homemade