Gil come quick could you be willing to strike up a tune wrapped in imbalanced pity nonsensical madrigal wilting with feeling we sing along our hollow
Everyone turns to face my way stops what they do with such scared looks on face in silence they all look at me the sky starts to crack the boy on aluminum
Still know exactly where to go still know exactly what is home dont dance like monkey clap no hands and clap no feet to no stagnant beat still know
Cupid brings electricity intertwined with the mind with the dead glass eyes and braver than you think i lept from the building poppy fields i ran asleep
Killjoy space boy fighting off pernicious comments out in acid-worns and if we die at least we tried and in that time please bury me in clouds of white
Can you erase the body that's sent a calling for the lease can you arrest the copy forever talking that drags us underneath does your body move independently
Hey bad man did you let him through? boardwalk scene man where you been could have used you in a fight or two hey oliver did you get the news? lone
Streetlight bend down Follow her home Please lead me out , sleepwalking sound Barely there the sun in town Barely there hiding out for now The mystery
grande y mas calientita tu no usas ni balas de salva No disparas nada pobre pistolita Toda la noche me pase esperando Sonando a solas mientras tu roncando Pobre pistolita
tu no usas ni balas de salva No disparas nada pobre pistolita Toda la noche me pase esperando Sonando a solas mientras tu roncando Pobre pistolita
: [B.G.] I got 'em all from revolver semi-automatics, automatics Grenades, assault rifles - run up, I'll letcha have it When it comes to guns, I'm one
: gun to my head
: As gray as a monarch, the moments I pass The whisky bottle is my globe and the specter is my glass My table is my throne, and the bar room is my court
: Do you want to sit around and choose Well, get ready world, your about to loose Don't come to me with that same old run I'm the bastard son of a loaded
: Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Mr. Brett, please put down your gun! Ah man, uh... we were just kiddin?, dude Ah look, he?s comin? in here!
: (Beatles Cover) She's not a girl who misses much She's well acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in
: [Alice Cooper/Jack Ponti/Vic Pepe] Somebody saw you at the station You had your suitcase in your hand You didn't give no information You walked off
: Part 1: Ich bin in diesem Land geboren und aufgewachsen Man oh man, ich kann gut deutsch reden Schon damals in der Schule hie? es standig: Deutsch