I used to march around the playground with my friends Yelling we hate girls and now all's well that ends well And there's so much to be said for fresh
I look good, always, but especially today Professionally fresh on display like hey Take a picture, its not a dream I'm flat out gorgeous Maybe its because
i was raised on a dirt road ghost town, stray dogs whole nine, the gold mine closed down i knew the woods like the back of my hand and i would shoot
In every dream home a heartache And every step I take Takes me further from heaven Is there a heaven? I`d like to think so Standards of living TheyA're
Look at this mess He thought he was cheatin' God She leaves in the autumn His face like a beaten dog Now he's become everything that you hate He's just
Baby There's something wrong with you Maybe You take advice from the devil In the heat of the night Black leather wild wild animal You know I'm down by
suger in the gastank and sand in the vasoline, buck 65 and foreign currencies just in case and for emergencies, i keep double copies, single pairs of
What kind of world are we living in anymore? Defile de promenade je ne sais plus de quel droit I used to have problems, now I have many more... Sex. Cinema
Matko Boska, Maryjo Najsliczniejsza lilijo (repeats all the time)
Je file sur la route, me sentant mal tantot Du blues profond et brule, mais je prefere mourir que pleurer La nourriture de la station de gaz qui s?en
Diabolique Je peux voir tes yeux hurler La nuit Ils vivent en moi dans mes reves Tu aimes egalement chaque chose Tu aimes egalement chaque chose
What kind of world are we living in anymore? Defile de promenade je ne sais plus de quel droit I used to have problems, now I have many more? Sex.
Je peux me souvenir, age de sept ans J?avais des poissons rouges qui tournaient en rond dans un bocal J?aurais regarde la foret bruler et ecouter le
Ange noir, emporte moi Veste et chaussure, pistolets et crayons Pauvre garcon, de se sentir dans la peau d?un J?ai pas d?ami Je me reveille, nerveux
Hey gars. J?ai fait un long chemin Le long de la pluie et du soleil Qu?est ce que je fais ici ? Un hotel sans etoile Gaspiller ma richesse, en me
10 000 chevaux. Sable Island. Ete sans fin. Oh mon dieu, je suis pret a voler, fou de tristesse, etre sans ami. Je n?ai pas de culture, rien, mots salis
Ma foi, ma force, ma voix, mes serments Gypsy Madonna, toute ta beaute reside dans tes sourcils Ne les touche pas, je fais le dernier pari, silencieusement
Regarde ce bazar. Il pensait qu?il pouvait rouler Dieu Elle est partie a l?automne. Il a un visage de chien frappe Maintenant il devient tout ce que