I've already seen your clinical condition, I'm translating death, giving you clues, and here's the bad news, Planned your faith? no you're a cast member
Перевод: Убийца. Ваша вера в мои руки.
Перевод: The Killers. Ваша вера в мои руки.
world If you can relate to what I'm feeling Put your hands in the air for me Let me see you No, matter of fact clap your hands for me Clap your hands
hand of death! Sixty-five hundred days . . . I’m feeling good for the first time in years. Your miserable life is in my hands. What would you do? Kill
your hand Now don't you realize what you've done Put a bullet in his back, your hero since you were so young How could you kill the man who brought salvation through your
life won't wait for you my friend Life won't wait for you my friend Life won't wait for you my friend Life won't wait for you my friend Life won't wait
another way crucify the sky above me New God kill machine And man say Lord of the Engines - Yeah Pocket full of dirt - frozen In my hands - hold
my hands up and shout What's this madness all about? All this makes me wanna shout You know it makes me wanna shout Throw my hands up and shout What'
ditch we ride Yo, yo, yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my
build the empire Throwing steel at my forehead, my faith still strong With all I've been through, you would think my faith gone But nope, I hold my
outside I'll never catch a vehicular homicide My music is a description of my vibe of course My life, my sites, my thoughts, what I like on my fork '
scare 'em straight, it's not a game How we bully shit, you fuck around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink
all state, ya all fake Just got paid but fuck it, I want some more cake Ya faith, in my hand Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service My
I got a gun in my hand and I feel like a man I'm the pope of my generation I got to push myself over your goddamn walls I don't listen to your condemnation
mountain to high nothing too tall Why is your fire burning so low Did you lose all your faith Did you forget'bout the dreams that we had I can't bear your
, and that's alright with me You can hide 'neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer
my money and head back into town Driving 'cross the Waynesboro county line I got the radio on and I'm just killing time Working all day in my Daddy'
