In the blue, in the blue you are You?re off the screen again, carried by the wind, oh no I?ll always be, I?ll always be around You can not be found, you
In the blue, in the blue you are You?re off the screen again, carried by the wind Oh no. I?ll always be, I?ll always be around But, you can?t not be
Übersetzung: WIR SHOT THE MOON. In der Blauen.
: In the blue, in the blue you are You?re off the screen again, carried by the wind Oh no. I?ll always be, I?ll always be around But, you can?t not
faces on shirts, You know tuh-uh-together, we acts a ass, Fifty shots, out each clip we blast, Full of that trash, out the St. T, We mash on the gas,
no moon. There's just a hot-blooded singer Singing "Memphis in June," While they're beatin' the devil out of a guy Who's wearing a powder-blue wig. Later he'll be shot
eye But I could see a tear roll off her face As we both tried so hard Not to cry she said Chorus: I never wanted the stars I never shot for the moon
I thought about you I shot my spacegun And boy, I really felt blue Two or three flying saucers Parked under the stars The winding stream Moon shining
for somewhere to hide at But they too close, and I got this new toast 'Magine if I would of let off a shot or two, you know what I gotta do [Freeway]
blue moon when there's nothin to do and The tension's too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get disownin me and the chick goin to the island we
's too long Get swung on, can't we all get along? See my pinkie, see my thumb See that kid with the pump shot gun? Bust your gums, leave your whole shit
get, home Puff a meth bone, now I'm off to the red zone we don't need your dirt weed we got a fuckin O Check it, I brings havoc with my hectic Bring the
Did we fly to the moon to soon did we squander the chance in the rush of the race the reason we chase is lost in romance and still we try to justify the
hang out." You know it's Friday night in Dixe and we're gonna have some fun 'Cause anything goes till the rooster crows and we feel that southern sun We
Parkinsons Breads in the bag, call it good marketing Life's a bitch but I don't cartigan? That's what a word to the third letter Shots, shots, shots to
