Перевод: R Kelly. White Rose Movement - эльзасский.
Перевод: White Rose Movement. Love Is Количество.
Push my foot through the door, so it don't close anymore. Water - you speak endless water, sounds like nothing at all. Punch and Judas in tandem, puppet
Kill, comfort kill I'm infidel A simple sound A scream to the sky Slam, sacharine Sam Pushing my pram With your harlequin words You turned and said "
four push my foot right through the door show my shit to the world best damn song I ever did hear. I spell it out in black and white you're stupid tarred
Sanitize the party In some sick disguise We?re a different colour Some plain eyes It?s shining, clear, advancing Our competition?s taste Oh my infidels
What's the point at all? Paint a castle Paint a castle I wanna exit, exit this I'm threshing with a metal stick What I did I did for simia Blah, blah
Ok, ok One two Whipcrack Whipcrack Baiting, feeling like I'm waiting, modern times, valentines, hating, hating to distraction. Just leave them alone
Doh doh doh? Doh doh doh doh Cruella dying in the room for, Wants to be a spoon for? Close my eyes, it?s then, Elementary, once you?re loose I can?
I'm half-cocked, a gun, a star? How did you dance long more sinner? I grabbed the bolts and kept the faith I bang the tears that roll down your face
Critically Downward we fall Immersed and well closed Better days are ahead He says it's alright It's alright A little spy asking for it The way he's
Home Fires - Nothing Left To Do, Not The Same Old Point Of View, Say You Do... Little Bitches, Learn My Trades, All The Fences I Stick Up Your Face,
Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Eyes are smoke on wheels Four sick of sin Deborah Carne had always Played the perfect queen Taking her time
: Sanitize the party In some sick disguise We?re a different colour Some plain eyes It?s shining, clear, advancing Our competition?s taste Oh my infidels
: Home Fires - Nothing Left To Do, Not The Same Old Point Of View, Say You Do... Little Bitches, Learn My Trades, All The Fences I Stick Up Your Face
: What's the point at all? Paint a castle Paint a castle I wanna exit, exit this I'm threshing with a metal stick What I did I did for simia Blah, blah
: Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Deborah Carne Eyes are smoke on wheels Four sick of sin Deborah Carne had always Played the perfect queen Taking her
: I'm half-cocked, a gun, a star? How did you dance long more sinner? I grabbed the bolts and kept the faith I bang the tears that roll down your face
