trapped here for a long time I've been waiting here waiting for a sign I'm telling you , you are growing old I'm telling you , you are growing cold
Übersetzung: No Fun At All. Growing Old, Growing Cold.
been trapped here for a long time I've been waiting here waiting for a sign I'm telling you , you are growing old I'm telling you , you are growing cold
need to hide behind that wall, to keep your feelings inside at all, to convert your life into boring numbers hey-ho! wake up from your slumbers (while you sleep) i have my fun
game I only said two words, something like "Get busy" Her head started hurting and she got real dizzy Growing up to fast, all you little girls Letting brothers like me cold
, Every one was smiling and having lots of fun; I wish that I could be like that when I am twenty-one. When I get very very old I'll stay at home all
home (I) You know I can't stand it (Knowing) You're there all alone I've been run, running Running from love, thinking I'd had enough Ain't no fun, fun
found a call from my momma, she don't want me around And everything I touch seem to turn cold And every nigga that I hang with don't grow too old Hail
you know I know Something I know you know I know I wouldn't behold, wouldn't be cold I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my Dear old mum and dad, the fun
ice, looked at the loon in the sky and he ran slowly at first kind of lumbering he ran gathering speed gathering memories from within old and dim growing
I Feel Like a Woman! I'm going out tonight--I'm feelin' alright Gonna let it all hang out Wanna make some noise---really raise my voice Yeah, I wanna
pains and aches of life in general Don't be such a miser At the most a fiver's all you pay Many's the time I have wondered about what it is I want you all
I won't let it go cold When summer has left the room This curtain is closing I'm not stayin' to see the end I won't watch it grow old When summer
anything about us or anything at all. At night he lies awake, and his heart aches, cos its cold - ohh ohh old, he sweats it out all the night through
And the gun in the puddle of blood is no fun, 'Cause it's all an ambition to take a thing home And the cold in his eye's untouched by anyone But caught
was meant to make money And I don't need a band to get hot girls to fuck me Some say I'm heartless some say I'm just cold But I just call it growing old
