sustain me, oh how they drain me But I'll never hang you out to dry I'll never hang you out to dry I'll never hang you out to dry
me, oh how they drain me But I'll never hang you out to dry I'll never hang you out to dry I'll never hang you out to dry Ooh ooh
Перевод: Live. Сушиться.
See the devil on the doorstep now. My, oh my. Telling everybody, oh, just how to live their lives. Sliding down the information highway, Buying them just
for your mouth So when you bite you will not bleed I drilled a wire through my cheek And let it down and out my sleeve And as your pulling out the best
! We've got a mind of our own, So go to hell if what you're thinking is not right! Love would never leave us alone, A-yin the darkness there must come out
I am done pretending You have failed to find what's left I will suck you dry again Same are not worth saving You are such a pretty mess I will choke
with me And I could write it down Or spread it all around Get lost and then get found Or swallowed in the sea You put me on a line And hung me out to dry
there lived a frightened young girl She didn't know what she should do Cuz she missed her mother so She was left home all alone with her step father Please dry
by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes cause it'll be alright Yeah, he's by your side Right by your side X, dry your eyes Cause, it'ssssssssss
, you'd say it's a hundred and eighty degrees, but it's a dry heat. In Houston they say that? Oh, maybe not. I'm all mixed up. Dry until they hit the
my prayers Hope is a desert running dry Deep inside You refuse to face the facts But pray for life Find salvations in distress We will wait For the day you’ll break out
do If I’m wanting something new I can buy it for myself And I I wanna live life simple Live life cool Live in the suburbs my kids can go to school Live
Tell me who cries when the forests die Tell me who cries when the world gets dry Without big hope and without a view We die… yes we die I live my life
and-tell and show the class my glock? Show 'em the clip Show 'em the beam Show 'em how Daddy lean In the convertible Jag 22 inch mags For a high school drop out
Dear Diary, Mood: Apathetic My life is spiraling downward I couldn't get enough money to go to the Blood Red Romance and suffocate me dry concert It sucks
