: Follow the underdog Hold on his collar tight This city loves a scrap One day it's gonna bite Sticks and stones and animal bones Can't stop me from
: Remember how it felt? To walk the streets at night? Waiting for the sun to rise... Waiting for life to begin. What happened to days full of hope? What
: Hann? fatto ?a finanziaria c?avimma a sacrifica loro s?hanno accapputtato e nuje mo l?amma aiuta so? quaranta finanziarie ca nuje ce sacrificammo e
: Late one day as you're sitting awake How can you sleep with those pills you take? Rubs your eyes and miss your head All you have is meat and you're
: What do you do when she don't love you anymore? What do you do when she wont hold you anymore? Living in sin, now you're all alone again. She's having
: Well my soul checked out missing as I sat listening To the hours and minutes tickin? away Yeah just sittin? around waitin? for my life to begin While
: (It's inevitable) I did not know there was a plan Somewhere a perfect man I don't believe in the stars And then you smiled at my pretence As you broke
: Es fehlt - es fehlt an Leitfiguren. Vom Vorbild keine Spur... ja, wo sind sie nur? Moral, wo ist die Moral? Die Apostel sind schon da und schreien
: words don't come too easy sometimes i'm scared of you so here i sit and wonder what it takes to talk to you cause i'm fucked up and you're fucked
: I was looking through pictures yesterday From back when we were two young crazy fools in love Cause I been thinking bout what you said That this thing
: Moving days are coming Like the traffic, full of broken worlds. Being there is harder when you feel it, when your self is long deferred. And when
: Changed I feel changed all unwound changed Now. Strange voices strange Hear the sound strange Now. Feel the ground shake Feel the ground shake Feel
: Almost every thought fits neatly on this card; I could believe you. I could deceive you. Driving in my car Horizons in the dark; This dissolution
: Iron bridges, melodic chimes Things I made for you back then. All these clocks are only marking time Let?s invent them all again. Folding chairs and
: Geneva's gone, like forgotten songs in a country sleeping warmly in the night. We believe Exxon, we play along the water getting blacker as we fight
: From the Kid to the Gold Rush You can see the Modern Times From the Rink to the Pay Day You can see the City Lights From the Count to the Circus I
: Signs on every mountain side line highways, stitching desert thread. Billboards break my spirits down, sky writing in this shell over my head My soul
: Loud, subaltern city streets, bellies wild with discontent; tall, glass buildings, where we meet watching classes in descent. Whoever made these
