Sundown, sundown They're taking all the tents down. Where have you gone my handsome Billy? Sundown, sundown The carnival train's leaving town. Where
Wow! No vale mas Ya, la gente no se va La gente vale Nothing more than sheep that order in Mas, la gente va pa'tras A'lante with these broken bones And
If you're ever in New York...(Is it a girl?) If you're ever in New York, there's not very Many carnivals going on And that may not be much, but uh...
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I'm flat on the floor with my head down low Where the sky can't rain on me anymore Don't knock on my door 'cause I won't come I'm hidin' from the storm
It was two weeks after the day she turned 18 All dressed in white, goin' to the church that night She had his box of letters in the passenger seat Six
Last night I got served a little bit too much of that poison, baby Last night I did things I'm not proud of and I got a little crazy Last night I met
(Gene Simmons, Scott Van Zen) [Verse] Hey you standing over there Come inside, and outside Sit back, you're going for a ride And do you know? And do
Suppose I called you up tonight and told you that I loved you And suppose I said "I wanna come back home". And suppose I cried and said "I think I finally
You can walk on the water Drown in the sand You can fly off a mountaintop If anybody can Run away, run away (Run away, run away) It's the restless age
Yeah, it's those Jersey boys I heard a man say Jesus walks Me, myself I heard Jesus talk 'Cause when I heard this beat I felt Jesus force I heard it
This is a new composition which features A random assortment of all living creatures You'll find that it's not quite exactly the same As the one
(parody of "Carnival Of The Animals" by Camille Saint-Saens) This is a new composition which features A random assortment of all living creatures You'
-Carnaval Para disfrutar -Hay que vivir cantando -Carnaval La vida es un carnaval -No hay que llorar Todo podemos cantar -Carnaval Ay, Senores -Hay que vivir cantando -carnaval
Ay, no ha que llorar, que la vida es un carnaval, es mas bello vivir cantando. Oh, oh, oh, Ay, no hay que llorar, que la vida es un carnaval y las penas
Newspaper clippings a jailhouse sticking slutty ass bitches on the corner tricking and im stuck In spiral of violence gang habbits / re-enforced by the
Carnival of Carnage, Carnival of Carnage Carnival of Carnage, Carnival of Carnage Carnival of Carnage, Carnival of Carnage Carnival of Carnage, Carnival
