: I've learned to let go Come on Here's a middle finger Coming straight from oca-l-a I appreciate your judgement it's proved that I can't trust a word
: Chi va dicendo in giro che odio il mio lavoro non sa con quanto amore mi dedico al tritolo, e quasi indipendente ancora poche ore poi gli daro
: 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
: Bombardano Cortinam ohila, dicon che gettan fiori, ohila! nemici traditori, e giunta l'ora, subito fora, subito fora dovere andar! E proseguando poi
: a?Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity' She has been a thorn in our sides for too long Asking now for a week just seems to twist even
: This is the deepest cut I, Think I have ever felt, These are the things I think but I will never tell. I'm trying to walk these bridges, Burning
The word went round in no dream town They shut us up and the shutters down The planes flew in and laid the ground We built upon and spun around God's
This is the deepest cut I, Think I have ever felt, These are the things I think but I will never tell. I'm trying to walk these bridges, Burning beneath
When I became of age my mama sat me down Said, "Son, you're growin' up, it's time you look around" So I began to notice some things I hadn't seen before
[Instrumental]
Love there are flowers, hangin' in the vine So high you cannot see Now my mind, must go on holiday Torn from it's hook, a broken Valentine I see the smoke
Here's to the past Let's all think back on What brought us here This is my grasp on what is real Don't tell me how I feel With all that's passed I can
Note: This song appears to be 3 seconds long "Zero, Zero, Take Cover." (Instrumental)
The end is here per se Coming near break of day A bomber prepares for a flight A blitzkrieg mission tonite [Chorus:] Writhing in my dreams Feeling the
I bombed Korea every night My engine sang into the salty sky I didn't know if I would live or die I bombed Korea every night I bombed Korea every night
(borg, dregen, carlsson) I don´t care what you say `cause i´m born to lose And I don´t give a damn if i´m a fool for you Uh!
All clear wail the sirens Sunshine on the waste land Old man sitting in the white sand Think we're in for a big surprise Right between the eyes Seemed
