the last time You find me drowning in my life (Come with me tonight) Clarity we find in morning light (So come with me tonight) 'Cause this could be the last time
Übersetzung: Roses Are Red. The Last Time.
be the last time you find me drowning in my life (come with me tonight) Clarity we find in morning light (so come with me tonight) Cause this could be the last time
die grant me wash their souls away into the blood of their sins the time is short and running low satan lives like yesterday! My arms are open wide my
the Sioux, to make a chieftain's daughter mine And now you ask that I should watch The red man's race be slowly crushed What kind of words are these
Old-ass man, I let him get away That tired motherfucker will probably die tomorrow anyway Here come the piggy, it's time for my case His eyes are blood red
: [Intro: Shirley Bassey sample] Diamonds are forever They are all I need to please me They can't stimulate or tease me They won't leave in the night
that always makes me cry I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red As
like a dream Our superiors are pathetic and they show synthetic pity Road blocks are set up by robots, cops to check your code wit a red dot You can hear
little love, bound for Shady Grove. (Last time: Bound for Shady Grove. (Right on over to Lonesome Traveler) Lips as red as the bloomin' rose, eyes of
you need [N:] Promiscuous boy Let's get to the point Cause we're on a roll Are you ready? [Verse] [N:] Roses are red Some diamonds are blue Chivalry
: Desert Rose why do you live alone if you are sad I'll make you leave this life are you white blue or bloody red all I can see is drowning in cold grey
: Desert Rose Why do you live alone If you are sad I'll make you leave this life Are you white, blue or bloody red All I can see is drowning in cold
and its time to close!" she said "a minute ago they were starin at me where the hell did they go?" and she went out to paint the town roses are red violence
the while asking, "Does it stay like this?" and "Will it end like this, is this supposed to hurt or are we sensitive?" The'rell be no red rose the day
s house, on the couch last weekend It's written on my face, an I can't even hide it So I decided, to ride it Roses are red, an Violets are blue Girl you
be unfurled Hold the Red Star proudly high in hand We are the Priests of the Temples of Syrinx Our great computers fill the hallowed halls. We are the
d told me) Then I would have played too and I guess I would have had a good time (Feel good time, feel good time, feel good time, feel good time) If you
