you It's a good life Getting so high, the ground is outta sight It's a good life Wakin' up, askin' what happened last night It's a good life Think
a good ol' fashion nightmare, ah Ah, like a good ol' fashion nightmare, ah Ah, like a good ol' fashion nightmare, ah Ah, like a good ol' fashion nightmare
like rats from the wreckage we patrol the decay through the ash and the darkness the scavengers pillage what's wasted away and power corrodes and compromises
deals lost teeth like white jewels of some kind petty theft for penny crimes and we yell ahh like a good old fashion nightmare riding trains to the
Übersetzung: Good Riddance. Nach The Nightmare.
It's a good life Gettin' so high the ground is out of sight It's a good life Wakin' up askin' what happened last night It's a good life I think I might
] It's a good life Gettin' so high the ground is out of sight It's a good life Wakin' up askin' what happened last night It's a good life I think I might
you deals lost teeth like white jewels of some kind petty theft for penny crimes and we yell ahh like a good old fashion nightmare riding trains to the
waitin? But we could sell it wooden horses full of nightmares And when they open This all might be composed There?s no goin? back to the good old days
: O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now
leads us to confusion we're all too easily misunderstood oh we've been together through these nightmares and now we've got a chance to make it good i
tool blame yourself for what i do use of me use of me use of everything left again left again like a tired stain listen good listen good so its understood
worst nightmare, if not scarier Their loss in the (??) new to the area The man you can't handle, 'cause I'm just too rough They say that I'm good; they
on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death upon me Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn
Ain't Ready") [Intro - 50 Cent talking] Uh, yeah, G-Unit, uh, yeah 50 Cent, uh, yo [Chorus 1 - 50 Cent, imitating Timbaland] Timbaland sounds so good
die Guilt is in your conscience Pain in your soul Feel's like you're falling Down a deep dark hole You drink good whiskey You smoke good pot Twenty
if I'm roasting. I'm linked in North, East, West and South and all I had to was sing a song about my house. How easy... [Verse 2: Joe Grind] Time I look good
Am I just too good at this? I am the chosen one. I am the end of all and now you are mine! Let's just say you're right and the nightmare ends, we wake
