Instrumental
Übersetzung: Moore, Gary. Dirty Fingers.
Bad news ain't no use. So keep your thoughts to yourself. You're sad excuse, subject for abuse. Gotta throw you back up on the shelf. I never lied, I
Baby, do you understand me now Sometimes I feel a little mad. Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel. When things go wrong, it seems
They still remember The day when Little Boy dropped from his womb. They still remember How their homes became their children's tombs. Their suffer mourn
I'm falling for your sweet face Then lonely I'll be gone. Don't know what I'll be doin' Somehow I think it's wrong. Been hosting like a gangster Just
I don't know what's wrong with you. Baby, baby, what you tryin' to do. Well, I gave you my love But that wasn't good enough for you. I thought we had
No, no, no. Out on the streets they're all living in fear. You can hear their hearts pound as the moment draws near. One push of a button is all it
I've been waiting such along time, baby To find a woman just like you. Come on over to my place, baby Tell you what we're gonna do. We'll be Rockin',
He sees her face in the mirror. But as he turns, she starts to fade. He hears her footsteps behind him. But when he looks, she's gone again. He hears
One, two One-two-three-four. You've got to be mean, you've got to be tough You don't need none of that pity stuff. You got to be hard or else you'll
