my guitar case. i guess that im just a hopeless case. but just in case you can call me on the telephone. you know that i will always be at home. all
Übersetzung: Alle. Guitar Case.
in my guitar case. i guess that im just a hopeless case. but just in case you can call me on the telephone. you know that i will always be at home. all
on accident [Hook:] Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all Just watch, I'm a kill 'em all Just watch, off 'em [Verse 2:] Off
: Well, I walked all night long Listenin' to them church bells tone Yes, I walked all night long Listenin' to them church bells tone Either someone needing
there's words that I ain't spoken But tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
ring I'd lie in bed and listen to you gettin' ready for work The sound of your makeup case on the sink And the ladies at the office, all lipstick, perfume
haven't drank or smoked nothin' In over 22 days (Don't wanna be an American idiot) So get off my case Off of my case Off of my case! [Part 5: We're
-na-na lil mama ain't On my linin when yo momma sleepin you can call me and get all up in it Bank rolls gimmie all them pretty furs cause my pussy game
: Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin': Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long Fuck me baby, Kid Rock
your hurried waters flow, when I'm longin' to go somewhere but I've got no where to go. Pack my dreams up in my guitar case and sings these words I know
-na-na-na-na little mermaid on my linen when yo momma sleepin you can call me and get all up in it bank rolls gimmie all them pretty furs cause my pussy
: Doo doo doo doo doo doo.. So I sat down on my bed, got my guitar out of it's case, and I tried to write a song about a man who fell from grace.
two I ain't inviting nobody Nobody but you You'll be sexy in your socks (we could polish the floors) In case that anybody knocks (Let's lock all the doors) Yeah, all
sky so blue I saw a cajun man with a red guitar singing on the side of the street I threw a handful of change in his beat up case and said play me a
cold in this place Oh maybe it?s all so close to the bitter end Oh maybe it all just burns like a living hell I?m all alone, and here comes the dawn
