клички - имена стёрты Они смотрят волком, готовы прыгнуть сворой Каждый из них - это озлобленная сволочь Сволочи несмотря на свои четырнадцать Уже видели смерть, но не видели родителей Сволочи
God, what a mess On the ladder of success Where you take one step And miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled Graduate unskilled It beats pickin
we've watched the lines form in our faces and the smoke fall and break to code from our hands and a message missed was a message read we can never
god, what a mess on the ladder of success take one step and miss the whole first rung dreams unfulfilled graduate unskilled it beats pickin' cotton
Alright Listen up here, I'll make it quite clear I'm gonna put some boogie in your ear Shake and bop, don't you stop Dance like a maniac until you drop
One time I met this girl, I talked to her online one night, I asked her if she was alright, Didn't say who I was, Now i'm fucked over because, You bastards
It's Christmas Eve And I've only wrapped 2 fucking presents It's Christmas Eve And I've only wrapped 2 fucking presents And I hate, hate, hate your guts
God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Take a first step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled, graduate unskilled It beats pickin' cotton
"Tattle-Tale" is what you are always have friends to help you go far people you don't know, treat 'em all the same bring up shit to ruin their names [
They came down the street in their panda car And we spent the night behind their bars 2am walking home and now I am sleeping in a cell all alone Flashing
Craig Leg broke his fuckin leg like a man Drank a 40 ounce and he felt no pain Gordy drank so much he forgot where his car was So he drank some more and
And if you want to find 'em, you kin find 'em in the pub Early in the morning into the dead of night They're closin' down the bar and screamin' about
she had a gap between her two front teeth that you could drive a truck through breath like a trash can dumpster, that would kill you she drove a 1973,
[Originally by The Replacements] God, what a mess, on the ladder of success Where you take one step and miss the whole first rung Dreams unfulfilled,
[Ruthless Bastards] [Verse one:] Check it, these cold days got me in a physical rage Walking through the dark path in this invisible maze A big part in
Bastards of a lying breed You've ruled us for too long Truth to you are lies to me And your right is so wrong Moral preached by immoral fucks All I feel
It's christmas eve and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents It`s christmas eve and I've only wrapped two fuckin' presents And I hate, hate, hate your
