: A plain stare with a smile on display, Headed home where it's empty and safe, Anger over takin' my faith, I don't think it should be this way, Chorus
: I've got a Trans-Am in primer paint Nobody taught me, I was born this way No silver spoon to feed a 401K On Bourbon Street, the girls all scream They
: Right here right now were falling apart while were falling down who knew to hurt would feel this good Move along so far from home my mistakes go on
I never felt darkness Like I feel it tonight Little black heart Raindrops on my window I can't tell them apart Like the few things forgiven In my little black
: Wer reitet so spat durch Nacht und Wind? Die schwarzen Reiter auf dem Wege sind auf der Jagd nach dem verlorenen goldenen Reif der zuruckgeholt
: Festa nera, ci sono bimbi, donne, uomini intorno al fuoco; un vecchio parla, lo ascoltano in silenzio affascinati, non c'e un rumore; non capisco molto
: You wore out your welcome, like you wore me down to the bone. Outside the mood is absent and silence provides no solace. I offer no shelter from the
ll fall with it, if it snows we'll melt with it, in the morning we'll rise with it. should we believe that next year the sky will be painted black? there
black people (I gotta leave) George Bush don't like black people (I gotta leave) George Bush don't like black people (I gotta leave) George Bush don't like black
: Your bus rolled away, Behind a sunrise that was smuthered in black clouds, Seems like everybody's leaving me now, But I'm leaving soon anyhow
: Long day is gone I feel so hollow I see my spirit, it falls from grace I travel on, hope you will follow I'm on the outside, I can't get no space
: I seen the tallest mountains I've drank your finest wine I've been your soldier of fortune I bend to down to my last dime Now it's mind over matter
I gotta go away Maybe the line is wider baby Gonna take that fast train You have tried to go the distance But you can't get no release You will fade to black
: I come to my senses And I feel like I've just been born Gonna tear down the fences And my feet have been shackled and torn And I face my resistance
: You're bound to think that I'm on the shore From a sea that never came There's no time to find the time I've done what has to be done Voices call the
: Il mondo ci ha tacciato di briganti e di assassini di uccisori di donne e di bambini ma nessuno vuol vedere i corpi straziati dei nostri figli sotto
: Non e il governo non e la Dicci che hanno ridotto l'Italia cosi Non e la Mafia non e la P2 ne la P4 ne la P3 Cio che ha distrutto l'Italia davvero
Black Cotton Black Cotton Black Cotton- A symbol for unrewarded struggle Time for a little gospel tail Ghetto gospel that is- listen Robbin' Black Cotton
