and... Here comes a boy with a pudding bowl haircut They call him out "Oh no there's Junket Head" And they're so loud "Oh no there's Junket Head" Here
: Ho licenziato Dio gettato via un amore per costruirmi il vuoto nell'anima e nel cuore. Le parole che dico non han piu forma ne accento si trasformano
: Oo he's a sly one He's a razamataz man He flew in from Singapore On a flying junk man Oo he's a devil Oo and the devil's gonna bring you down Oo he
: Junk is what junk does to another Place the fact in the hand Place the hand-me down in a jar To make it more palatable To make it more palatable
: I'm out of control I think I'm goin' crazy I'm out of my mind You can see it in my eyes I'm lookin' for love In all of your faces I'm lookin' for
torture, crucifixion of speed Respect through fear Walkin' tall Beyond unreal Always up for the ride Junkies of the genocide Always up for the ride Junkies
: [Verse 1:] Lying alone Touching my skin I'm falling under A girl like me And I can't hold it in It makes me wonder Is this for real? It's not
know that I've done you wrong but you're hard to please When your faith is gone and when you can't believe I'm on my hands and knees The junk of the hearts
: So you?re fed up with your life? Time to grab the knife. No more problems. No more fears. Not even your mother?s tears. Grow guts, step up. No one
marks like tattoos I love to hear his junkie talk Whenever he talks on the sidewalk My best friend is a junkie It's sad but true My best friend is a junkie
junk junk junk junk junk junk hande weg vom junk junk du hast genug klamotten im schrank junk junk dein leben ist noch lang junk hor auf zu konsumieren
: The minister has fleeced the congregation and the junkie faithful want, their money back there were rumors in the rectory that all they had was lost
We could bounce, skate & rock Play that old skool I like Verse 1 Ok, here we go Take it back Let's get it funky (I'm a) R&B junkie You know it babe Groove
: [PART 1] Ich bin ein Junkie, bestuckt mit dem Virus von Twelve Monkies Saboteur Jotta lockert die Bremse, die die Welt anzieht Bitchrapper wollen die
I keep hoping you'll wake up, ya losers Use what's left of your brain You don't have to tell me how great you are Ya stupid, stupid, stupid kid Ya junk
keep on hoping you'll wake up, ya losers Use what's left of your brain You don't have to tell me how great you are Ya stupid, stupid, stupid kid Ya junk
: I still have questions with no answers. I?m alive . . . but I?m not living. I don?t have much time left . . . I just know this: I?ve lived a violent
