in a stairwell who says "I hate people like you" I got match sticks and cable TV Half of less than fifty p We all clambered over the balcony Bangin' on
There's a little boy in a stairwell who says "I hate people like you" Got matches & cable TV half of less than 50p We all clambered over the balcony Banging on
boy in a stairwell who says "I hate people like you got matches and cable TV, half of less than 50p." We all clambered over the balcony banging on the
翻訳: リバティーンズ. 階段上の死.
's a little boy in a stairwell who says "I hate people like you" Got matches & cable TV half of less than 50p We all clambered over the balcony Banging on
We're not the same, dear, as we used to be The seasons have changed and so have we There was little we could say and even less that we could do To stop
Strangler, Charles Manson No matter what killer I mention, keep dancin _Five Fingers Of Death_, _Fists Of Fury_ St. Valentine's Day Massacre on a jury Wanna convict me for kickin black on
girl on the cheek and then I say a prayer If looks was bullets I woulda been there from stairs I bypass the elevator and i took the stairs Now that hard
There's a place that we must go Into the soul, into the heart Into the dark There was fire, there was death There was lying on your breath I turned
got five on it, messin' wit' dat indo weed I got five on it, it's got me stuck and toed back I got five on it, potna, let's go half on a sack E-40,
