: Sonntags morgens zum brotchenholen joggen gehen Danach mit dem wagen den hund spazieren fahren Jemanden bezahlen, der einen nach all den jahren Mit
: En la guerra, como en el amor todo vale y siempre queda un perdedor. Normalmente, pierde el que quiere mas al igual que en una mesa de black yack.
: What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain? Tell me, What am I gonna say when I find the center of the heart is the suburb to
: Mr. Brown's a plastic surgeon And he drives a Ford Excursion And his wife is just as manicured as his lawn Breast enhancement, nose reduction Fifty
Death is near Need the drugs Poisoned blood Transfuse death Toxaemia Transfix the veins Overdose By a shot Makes you dead A funeral When no one cries
Somewhere in the city Built of iron and steel Where the water pumps through buildings Through a turbine wheel Somewhere there's a lady Calling 911 Frozen
La nao tem brisa Nao tem verde-azuis Nao tem frescura nem atrevimento La nao figura no mapa No avesso da montanha, e labirinto E contra-senha, e cara
Lost in the high street, where the dogs run Roaming suburban boys Mother's got a hairdo to be done She says, "They're too old for toys" Stood by the
You will come back within yourself You can be art when we melt And I will know what you were for I say we're leaving There ain't nothing here at all
Johnny was a junkie but his mommy didnt know couldnt see the track marks from his wrists to his elbows she was busy drinking martinis 'cause life in the
Oh! Well, remember the guy who was a football star? He had it made with the ladies but he never got far Five years past, now he's gotten kind of fat Working
What am I gonna do when I get a little excited a little in vain? Tell me, What am I gonna say when I find the center of the heart is the suburb to the
How can anybody ever change When the whole world wants you to stay the same? I guess you just take the blame Of being someone who had to find her own
En la guerra, como en el amor todo vale y siempre queda un perdedor. Normalmente, pierde el que quiere mas al igual que en una mesa de black yack. Me
Ma banlieue, ma banlieue A des charmes que rien ne remplace Pas bien loin, y a des coins Ou chaque dimanche on se delasse Ma banlieue, ma banlieue Grace
Out on my own In the suburbs of Moscow Out in the rain Walking down this long avenue Out to the crowds in the square Feelings are high everywhere But
Lost in the high street, where the dogs run Roaming suburban boys Mother's got a hairdo to be done She says they're too old for toys Stood by the bus