стеной Веры нет, что кто-то есть за мной Нет надежды, что возьмутся силы мне устоять и кто-нибудь кто смог бы мне сказать Ты будешь костью в горле всем
Сыт я по горло, до подбородка. Даже от песен стал уставать. Лечь бы на дно, как подводная лодка, Чтоб не могли запеленговать. Друг подавал мне водку
[RZA] Yo Yo Yo doodododododo Yo pssh yo Yo park the jeep on the street of the Sunset Marquis Autograph sign and pass wit a gold tip sharpee Permanent
right now is the time for the tired and forgotten tired and forgotten to turn in our legs, crippled from our own way and strength and let us strap compassion
Little Susie Shallow Throat Little Susie Shallow Throat was lonely All the girls all made fun of her at school 'Cause no matter how she tried She could
Take your fucking fork And shove it down your own throat And stop pretending to try to be That infamous stupid raincoat Well, I dare to confess 'Cause
O the throat of winter is upon us The barren barley fields refuse to sway Before the Husky hag of early darkness In her hoods of snowy grey. Winter
Back down and touch, the door is shut In the end you're just too close There's no one here, there's no one there I still can't tell if you'd better Try
I gotta take this moment just to push you down Spin you around with my foot on the back of your neck Up on the curb, with the pressure on your teeth Not
Con tristeza sin hablar En aquel atardecer Nos miramos sin llorar Cuando ya partia el tren No podia ser verdad Se moria nuestro amor Y yo sola en el
As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck I thrust my cold steel into your face, you're closer to death A twelve inch blade will help decide
Two packs, and a bottle of jack. Neurotic, gotta wash it all back. Stand em up, knock em down. Feel each cruel, dont make a sound. March in the angels
Crowds of people, bodies brushing Mouths are moving, all white noise Glasses clinking, people screaming High hum, low buzz, no room to breathe They story
Forward,forward, back, back, back I've fallen and I can't get up and I'm slipping through the cracks I'm in a crisis and I can't afford the prices No
Let me tell you about a girl I know She had a drink about an hour ago Sitting in a corner by herself In a bar in downtown hell She heard a noise and
And now you're hopping onto the gondola With a snowboard attached to your foot Goofy foot, ok Regular foot, ok And with the fever for the powder You'
Well, here I am, like a sardine in a can In a foreign land, with the guys in the band Uh huh, uh huh On the bus, in the back lounge You're the only girl
I'm ready to explode from the garbage Buildover Cannot wait to hit The road and use the hobo angst release commode All I wanna do is float on a cloud
