che vuoi pensi di cambiarci, ma sei gia uno di noi abbiamo tanti giochi cui ti divertirai ti offriamo una barella che frigge cervella in padella scegli una tipa tra ballerina attrice o
's coming D-Tweezy's coming you're sick to your stomach 50 percent of it's 50 cent The other 50 percent of it's who's color of skin it is But if you even
: un mondo di tasse scorre via sognavo diversa l'anima mia questa pazza cifra qua non e mia la sostanza si vendica sulla poesia un mondo di tasse scorre
have known A woman's love I have tasted And I have wasted A woman's love And I know I'll never understand All the little things that make It grand A woman's
everything Making me run When I don't want to think You're taking the fun Out of everything I don't want to think at all There's no other way There's
: I pray you'll be my eyes And watch her where she goes And help her to be wise Help me to let go Every mother's prayer Every child knows Lead her to
fleurs Aux crepuscules gris Tout va, tout meurt Mais la flamme survit Dans la chaleur D'un immortel ete D'un eternel ete Une vie d'amour Une vie pour s
home with you cowboy She?s in love with a rodeo man Well he?s hard and he?s scarred and he?s grayin? And he?s stoned most all of the time And he drinks
about back then when I wished that she had been mine There's no use in shedding any tears He's no good to you the way he is He's beyond forgiving and
scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This ain't a scene, it's a goddamned arms race This bandwagon's full
: this might just be a waste of time but there's no one i'd rather waste my time with than all of my best friends so start the car up, we'll all take
room keeps singing That?s just the business I?m in This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This ain?t a scene; it?s a God damn arms race This
eroi che non si vendono spesso per rubare un po? di sesso. Ma dove vai prima mi sfiori le labbra e poi mi lasci nei guai hai degli sbalzi d'umore che
Altus] [Lyrics: David White] There's a time for every season With a cure comes new disease Bloodshed and suppression, pain and suffering There's a necessary
is a mother's son No war that can be won When every soldier is a mother's son No war that can be won When every soldier is a mother's son I keep a light
no, it really couldn't be It was a man, it was a woman, too He's a woman, she's a man He's a woman, she's a (woman) I think it really came from far
music: Velvet Underground Such a nice drive with The Velvet Underground Such a nice drive looking at the countryside With the ?golden sky above? Fighting with the farmer?s
: People are puppets, held together with string. There's a beautiful sadness that runs through him, as he asked me to pray to the god he doesn't believe