: Bizzy Montana (1): Ihr wollt Beats oder Features, was ihr Opfer noch fur Sorgen habt Ich regel das am Montag einfach mit nem Kostenvoranschlag Am
: Destroyer of my visions Come and enter me Reside over my vengeance redemption God in my hands Staring down on me No use of mercy with a Fistful of
: Sunday sunday here again in tidy attire you read the colour supplement, the tv guide you dream of protein on a plate, regret you left it quite so late
: (Mark James) It's such a beautiful day that the sky seems to say Good Morning Mister dust off your shoes, Throw away all your blues and start smiling
: he's lonely sitting by the mirror awakened by the horses in circles running in the circus his red nose looking damaged in the mirror cause no one
: (A. McCrary, L. McCrary, A. Fraser and D. Ironstone) Spendin' all my time With you on my mind I think it's time that we made the score Oh it makes
: Tous les jours de la semaine Sont vides et sonnent le creux Bien pire que la semaine Y a le dimanche pretentieux Qui veut paraitre rose Et jouer les
: Oh, do you know Where to go, Where to go? Something on your mind, Wanna leave me behind, Wanna leave me behind. You're spinning me around, My feet
: Oh do you know Where to go Where to go Something on your mind Wanna leave me behind Wanna leave me behind You're spinning me around My feet are off
: Eeeh... sempre di domenica adesso basta tu sei un egoista tu un maschilista tu dei miei nemici tu sei il primo della lista, tu sei un qualunquista
: (David Bowie) Nothing remains We could run when the rain slows Look for the cars or signs of life Where the heat goes Look for the drifters We
: Heart, hear my story It don't seem right Lovers never try to talk it over They just slowly pass in the night Heart, how I miss her You know it's
: Schau die Giraffen, ihre Halse sind lang. Schau wie sie lacheln, sie sagen vielen Dank. Schau, da turnen die Affen, ihr Kreischen ist schon. Komm reich
: Fruher war alles besser, fruher war alles gut. Da hielten alle noch zusammen, die Bewegung hatte noch Wut. Fruher, hor auf mit fruher, ich will es
: I found my own true love was on a blue Sunday. She looked at me and told me I was the only one in the world. Now I have found my girl. My girl awaits
: Fifteen kids in a pickup truck your Chucks, a case of beer Pack of Luckys, jeans rolled up your one way out of here Heard them on a compilation we
: Eine Rennbahn halb im Schlamm versunken Ein ein alter Hase vom Verliern betrunken Ein blodes Wort von der Seite Ein Gesicht das davon treibt im Gewuhl
: Times are tough for English babies Send the army and the navy Beat up strangers who talk funny Take their greasy foreign money Skin shop, red leather