: Er schreit sie heraus seine Phrasen - seine Parolen ist informiert - kennt keinen Kompromiss Verliebt in seinen Standpunkt Definiert durch Abgrenzung
: (Instrumental)
: Grauer Regen regnet dir aufs Dach und du grabst im Buch des Lebens nach und merkst als Mensch und Christ was nicht mehr zu andern ist Grauer Sand
: Man can go through the grey stone Man can go through the great stone Man can go, man can go Men's got to do what men's got to do Men's got to do what
: Dehors, il fait gris Et toi tu joue des accords Au bord du lit Le the fume sur le sol Et je regarde unes a unes Les heures qui volent. Demain, je
: [Chorus:] The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be a bear be a grizzly! (grizzly!) The world's spinnin' an I'm dizzy! (dizzy!) Don't be
: Shadow I cast, well, it weighs more than my soul. And it's the only proof that I am here at all. I will comfortably invite you if you promise to accept
I take these pills to make me thin I dye my hair, and cut my skin I tried everything, to make them see me But all they see, is someone that's not me
It's biting, it's teething, it's biting, I'm bleeding It's calling, it's crawling, it's calling and I'm falling The perfect sound of middle ground Pull
Rambling by a lonesome graveyard Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darling 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I?m left to
[Verse 1] Hey yo, you see me, rock with me Riskin to diss me Klaus Kinsky, 6' 3'', 2-60 In the wilderness, see this great white grizzly Out for blood,
You can count on many things to let you down You can take you plans And stick 'em six feet underground Wouldn't your time be better spent on days to
Over the land there lies a long shadow, westward reaching wings of darkness. The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings doom aproaches. The dead awaken
Yah yah hold up, hold up, hold up What the fuck you want before I open up this grey box? Nicky you know what I want I want that X Yeah but what kind
It's in Estonia, It's up the creaky stairway, Sat in the wicker chair, You know the one we used to share, And it's just the kind of thing that we don'
Eighteen and flying Like every great American Slept until sundown And baby your were wild enough fro me Rolled the night over In my '72 Nova Mexican
Cloud my eyes and tell me what to see I'm falling Every way I turn the same disease But I like it Brace myself and hit the wall with ease I'm colliding
Your sweet little hands Brush right past me Sometimes you don't understand Why you can't reach I bite when I don't want to bend How silent I can be So