tears in a bottle of cheap french parfum hengie brings it always with her she?s a marilyn monroe fan she?s queen of the border line. Hengie never sings
Something in the way you love me won't let me be I don't want to be your prisoner so baby won't you set me free Stop playing with my heart Finish what
Übersetzung: Davy DMX. Border Line.
Übersetzung: Spielzeug. Hengie: Queen Of The Border Line.
bord de l'eau, douce est la vie Bleus sont les jours, blanches les nuits Au bord de l'eau, le Pere Noel Et des cadeaux en plein soleil Au bord de l'eau
the border On the border On the border On the border On the border Leave me be , I'm just walkin' this line On the border On the border All I
: Look at the red red changes in the sky Look at the separation in the border line But don't look at everything here inside And be afraid, afraid to
hold tight, we're gonna be alright You crossed the border line, there's nowhere to go to hide There's nowhere to run tonight, please just don't cross that line
the night comes falling from the sky. In your teardrops, I can see my own reflection, It was on the northern border of Texas where I crossed the line
how did you become what you are an empty shell of hate I can see through you you are alone now watch my rage you exceed the border line you're such an
radio silence 'cept for in his head And just like his folks did back in '69 He crossed the border at Needles and heard the promised land on the line
clean I slept the sleep of the dead, I didn't dream I woke in the morning, washed my face in the sink We headed into the Sierra Madres 'cross the border line
time My wife had died a year ago I was still tryin' to find my way back whole Went to work for the INS on the line With the California border patrol
than blood on blood Takin' turns dancin' with Maria as the band Played "Night of the Johnstown Flood" I catch him when he's strayin' teach him how to walk that line
turning back- no turning back Take the fucking ferry to France, off we go No Ecuasorians allowed, border control with machine guns Hiding in the trunk, border line
: Yeah Webby Let's hit you with some bars real quick Axe murder a beat the way I spit a free Lizzie Borden in the flesh come and get at me Like the
Ye winds that blow by borden's grove. Will I ever hear you more Where the primrose grows And the violet blows. Where the trout and salmon play. With line
