ним. Я убиваю ночь, она – меня, Вцепившись пальцами безумными в кадык, Зубами жёлтыми отчаянно скрипя, Давя мой задыхающийся крик. Вбиваю гвозди в свой прогнивший гроб
My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails He doesn't make tables, dresses or chairs He can't carve
Rambling by a lonesome graveyard Everything I love is gone Weeping as they lay my darling 'Neath a cold gray tomb of stone In this world I?m left to
Na, na, na, na ,na, na If it don't make you rich, it don't make you happy That's what they say but it's a lie There's a path to the truth, better find
There ain't no grave can hold my body down There ain't no grave can hold my body down When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground
[Tech N9ne] And I'm back to the drama, yes that karma Double back and slap me without armour Troubled cats ... And a loveable act extractin at y'all Give
It would be wrong to ask you why Because I know what goes inside Is only half of what comes out Isn't that what it's about ? To remind us we're alive
It was a dark and lonely night I was standing on the street alone in the rain Then i felt her cold, cold touch Grab me by my hand and take me on my
Chorus: Well there ain't no grave Gonna hold this body down Well there ain't no grave Gonna hold this body down When I hear that trumpet sound Gonna
Lay my body down on Mercy Street Or deep beneath the darkest seas Lay my body six feet under down in Old Noarlunga Right beneath the ghost gum trees
Cold blows the wind to my true love And gently drops the rain I've never had but one true love And in green-wood he lies slain I'll do as much for my
You must lay some flowers on my grave You must lay some flowers on my grave My mother and father have gone Left me in this world alone You must lay some
Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you Well there's one kind of flavor I'll ask for you There's just one kind of flavor I'll ask for you You
Te matare con mis zapatos de claque Te axfisiare con mi malla de ballet Te ahorcare con mi smoking Y moriras mientras se rie el disc-jokey Y bailare sobre
tous les rves qu'on avait fait il en reste quoi des nuits glaces sur l'oreiller depuis qu't'es plus l comme un joujou que t'as caiss je n'tais pour toi
Does these foolish, foolish thoughts Why don't they go away They fill me with doubt And I dig my own grave So I cry, cry, cry And feel sorry for myself
Do you find yourself in darkness? Do you find yourself in light? That's a question I want answered Could you answer me tonight? Could you give me some