: What gives words the power to change their intended .. content? And who said our last silver dollar already has been spent? I roam alone through rooms
: What was it that ever drew me to you, In the first place? Because the girl I was introduced to, had a kind face I'd always imagined, she was a beacon
: A saxophone with flesh wounds is my true singing voice I've got a pizzicato love affair but the snare drum is my first choice Anyhow it's up to me
: How would you mind if I moved in next door to you? And then would you mind if I held up your door for you? And maybe in time I could knock on your
: There's a peg on the line It is hanging on to clothes There's a grape on the vine So here the story goes I'm a peg on that line And I am holding
: Stay friends with the ground crew Like friends that you once knew Don't misplace the trust that you have found Short on time's just a habit Life's
: What was left of the rain? I could hear under my bicycle tires What was left of your love? I could feel like the steam from a fire What is left of
: If what you believe in, is so sacred That you can not love me anymore Then I'm sorry, that your wisdom Won't prepare you for what's in store Because
: I'd like to see the world run by kids And the National Bank is where their treasures are hid Like pieces of paper with invisible ink That collect the
Übersetzung: Julien Clerc. Faillite (First National City Bank Blues).
m in the streets With the tombstone blues Where Ma Raney and Beethoven once unwrapped their bed roll Tuba players now rehearse around the flagpole And the National Bank
bereit. Da man vom Beten allein nicht satt wird, das taglich Brot einem nicht erscheint, geht er den Weg, den wir alle gehen, der diese mundige Nation
: ["Give me control over a nation's currency, and I care not who makes it's laws." --Mayer Amschel Rothschild, 1743-1812] A tide of Blue Blood. A tide
your baby mama cum So what I'm on is way beyond the bomb or any alcoholic beverage Losing all of my leverage Went up inside the First National Bank broke
: "In an enemy land..." "Ack, just by destroying Starks Enterprises, we could cripple their national defence. So, you Professor Finkle, the world's greatest
shawty gorgeous Gucci mane la flare my flow is Gorgeous Gucci mane la flare my flow is gorgeous [Verse 1:] My flow is amazing hottest in the nation Ice
Mexican Connect So You Know Im Hood Rich He Be Talkin, I Be Hearin, But Dont Understand Shit Street Nigga Entertainment A Rubberband Clique Bout To Put Da Whole Nation
flames Sneaking in the back door, hiding in the night Capering with corpses in the dank moonlight They started robbing banks, then cattle mutilation Now his offsprings terrorize the nation
