' Static Feedback and Noise ' - the Casualties sick sick sick - of the music of today sick sick sick - we need a fucking change sick sick sick - their
sick sick sick - of the music of today sick sick sick - we need a fucking change sick sick sick - their groups are such a waste sick sick sick - I need
I consume the wind that makes you cold and drink the blood of the bleeding souls to check your fear and hide the noise of the howling wolves that steals
Feedback, feedback Feedback on Highway 101 Feedback, feedback Feedback on Highway 101 Cruisin' easy, your favorite DJ Havin' fun, havin' fun, havin'
I pulled over for a feedbag. I thought of you, it wasn't bad. You had direction and drive, and you arrived at closing time, to find they wiped down
Soothe the young man's sweating forehead Touch the naked stem held hidden there Safe in such dark hayssed wired nest Then his light brown eyes are quick
transform every common moment in gem that's worth living for intensify impressions dive in a dual world claim only highest standards discover shapes
I say nothing when I say it loud but I'm happy when I'm under your cloud Sometimes it's better when I'm on my own, sometimes it's better that I don't
Feedback out on Highway 101 Feedback out on Highway 101 Cruisin' easy and your favorite DJ havin' fun Look out, stand back There's a fool out on the
Tropezando volviendo a levantarse sube, baja, se desliza, cuarta dimension, en feedback, corre y frena, nada hondo. Cronometra a fondo sin leyes ni papeles
(Whistling) I can feel the planets at work I can feel them moving Oh There's something in the air tonight the winter birds returning And the feedback
Life is beginning with birth And it burns,and it hurts And it makes you belive that You're forever to live in this Place! Through the days,through The
Feedback out on Highway 101. Feedback out on Highway 101. Cruisin' easy, and your favorite DJ havin' fun. Look out, stand back, there's a fool out on
I pulled over for a teabag i thought of you, it wasn't bad you had direction and drive and you arrived at closing time to find they wiped down the bar
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) This flower is scorched This film is on On a maddening loop These clothes These clothes don't fit us right I'm to blame It
Перевод: Жертвы. Satic Обратная связь и шум.
Перевод: Пакта. Обратная связь.