the door for you, I will not let them in As long as you come back to me, I will never ask For you I will be the man in the iron mask You said you love
wear (guarded by two Musketeers!) A solid Iron Mask! He could never be released! He remained a Mystery! [Chorus:] Who will find the man behind The Iron mask
Übersetzung: Bardic. Man In The Iron Mask.
Übersetzung: Billy Bragg. Der Mann in der eisernen Maske.
2-way; WHERE DEY AT? In the who-ay WHERE DEY AT? Talkin bad but it's still all goo-ey [B.G.] Man I'm rollin with the gangsters, kick it with the G
: The iron hand it ain't no match for the iron rod, The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God. For all those who have eyes and all those
the crossroads of the same old story Man got his make-up, wears it like a mask Hides inside a child, lives inside a glass Man breathes his own deceit Man
: The sun sets at last, sliding slowly and silently down 'Low the horizon in the west, where a small house lies... The puppet-man is ending his workday
We laughed a little, ya'll got them things Okay thanks, now look here's the plan Hold up, please, whose your man? Oh him? That's, my man Sharod Don't
man?s Maserati car, then party hard in Madagascar While rigor mortis?ll grab ya, him retarded, I?m pass that Gloves on, where the mask at ? Too many love
at me under hand But I am a designated hitter I adjust so fast Ya men designing women I am a one woman's man Cash money prince blow the trumpet man They
plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man Yeah
you know the fuckin man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts, and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch man Lookin in your lobby,
burn down your block First I kick in your door cause in war we don't knock I got no competition Only man that could see me is the man in the mirror Keep
call that "private plane clothes" I'm taking off, going to another land Call home, missus never going to another man Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man
grimy grimy But those with a tiny hiney they get whiny whiny So guard your girl, Harlem World, cock the gun, pop it son Fila fam, illa players, Killa Cam is still the man
know the fuckin' man Meth rock a mic without a kickstand Two blunts and razors in his wristband Slap you and your bitch, man Lookin' in your lobby,