С неба звёзды летели. летели кометы Ты катал меня на кабриолете Я раскрыла тебе все свои секреты Но ты вдруг полетел как летают ракеты. Ты давал мне
Дорогу знаешь наизусть И помнишь каждый поворот Он позвонил - исчезла грусть Сказав, что очень сильно ждёт Недолго думая - бежишь И всё ему простишь
Owh girl, owh girl Owh girl, owh girl Pretty boy with a gun, bang-bang, fun-fun Pretty girl with a knife, watch your back it's your wife Heroin, load
that bizarre Every little thing the reflex does Leaves your answer with a question mark Both: The reflex is an only child He's waiting in the park The reflex
The reflex The reflex The reflex The reflex You've gone too far this time But I'm dancing on the Valentine I tell you somebody's fooling around With
Inflamed pus pockets On throat and related structures Tonsillectomy with no anesthesia Streptococci stripped while strangled Overdose in lymphocytes Paingul
Ich bin - ich bin fremd hier Ich bin - ich bin allein hier Ich bin - ich bin hA¤sslich Du setzt mir 9 mm an den Kopf Du bist - du bist geboren hier Du
She's out slummin' for another fix, down on her knees giving last licks. She's got senior rights, don't show her age, her hair's blacker than BETTY PAGE
A wang, dang, dang and a double fang, put you six feet underground. Flush all the fashion and your old school passion, our world lives underground. Living
Nothing's all right, nothing goes right, nothing is right for me. Nothing goes right, nothing ends right, nothing put right for me.
blade, I get so turned on, about being slayed. It's not the way you love me, hot bitch, hot sex, she burns with SEX REFLEX. Hot bitch, hot sex, she burns with SEX REFLEX
What I'm gonna be has nothing to do, you see With anything of you and me There is no you and me, no you and me You pushed me to the limit Tried to take
Come, swallow, if you please, hand grasp throat up from your knees. Two faced are always reborn, sunk lower than the lowest form. ROCK IS DEAD. Falling
My black arm band My patent leather boots My helmet, my holster Where I've dug my new roots This is my duty This is my voice This is my uniform This
Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Lost-lost-lost, finding nothing. Am I destined to reap what I have taken? Temptress to drag down, down, down, down.
Interception, contortion, domineering, ignoring, Cancellation of frustration. far cry from realization, between suffocation's mind. Dulling lies, there
She comes out in a stormy haze Killing time in such a selfish way You know that it's not right So tell me love what can it be A pretty sight for starving
It's getting pretty late We spoke for just an hour and I don't feel that great It's nothing that you said It's just these pictures I don't wanna see
