Whhooooooooo I feel your heart cry for love, But you won't let me make it right. You were hurt, but I decided, That you were worth the fight. Every night
A pirate with a tune on a holiday A lazy Mr. Moon on a getaway And isn't that a mood for a milky way A Ukelele lady layin' around the Lei Rock, rock,
Right! Now ha ha ha... I am an antichrist I am an anarchist Don't know what I want But I know how to get it I wanna destroy the passerby 'Cause I wanna
pretty We're vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty Vacant Oh we're so pretty Oh so pretty Ah but now And we don't care We're pretty a-pretty vacant
the optimistic (one?) I'm sure of your ability to become my perfect enemy Wake up to face me rise up and show me someday I'll say you're vacant and
vacant Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant Oh, we're so pretty Oh so pretty We're vacant Ah, but now and we don't care pretty, a pretty vacant
(takanami) Translators: ed valdez and ted mills Kare to anata to watashi Natsu no kageroo ni tokete yuku Suna no ue hirusagari no koi Taikutsu na hikari
Chris Isaak Summer Holiday I was standing all alone wondering what went wrong with the love that seemed so strong that summer holiday that holiday they
The night bleeds day, with every breath I take reality brings, bright eyes, smooth skin. So what is left from this, a bottle of broken self. In a moment
I shut my eyes and it all comes racing in Every time it rains, i can feel you on my skin a storm of chance, when fate was hard to find seven days that
to die termination decomposition of human flesh the brain, it dies the body fails to coffin nail a painful end to this life in a vacant
ima-sugu tonikaku dokoka e ikitai na dokoka de kakuyasu ticket te ni irete bag ni mizugi to T-shirt tsumekonde passport to tonikaku video wa wasurezu
Things seemed strange this morning As I packed my bag for school The smiles I'm used to seeing just weren't there I heard my father talking To my mother
I see you laughin' Right in my face I guess I'm gonna have to Put you in your place You couldn't raise a dime Because if silence was golden Because
Mrs. Smith and Mr. Jones have come to pass the night They pulled off of the highway when they saw my light It's a vacancy I offer them, what they offer
Put into camps And left to rot and die Put into camps No real reason why [Chorus] I don't want a holiday I don't want a holiday I don't want a holiday
like trash Six feet closer to your doom From this grave I will exhume Horrid flesh my blade consumes As I destroy your earthen tomb! Vacant Grave To
