get on the road again She's on the road again, sure as you're born Natural born, he's been on the road again He's on the road again, sure as you're
Перевод: Синие Собаки. On The Road Again.
been a slaughter here (Don't stop to speak or look around Your gloves and fan are on the ground We're getting out of town We're going on the run And
sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs
I've been lurking deep in the shadows Gathering artillery for the battle Now, on the front line I stand, microphone in my right hand Left foot on the
WC It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! Nigga It's All Bad! Dead on arrival! It's All Bad! It's All Bad! Nigga we all, dead on arrival! *helicopter flies by
write names on the walls in blood or wear the victims horns on my head or row a boat across the atlantic ocean again and though sometimes i am sitting
not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs of society howl You can
, maybe Come on, oh angel trumpets again, yeah, no Motherfuckin' scream, a horror of the showtime A diamond ass right on my line "Come on", she said "
Pre A In the fire blue forests, faded and forgotten I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton D The overseer sneered, his whipping was
on the eyes an astro-spyder, baby A powertripp'n, no - no - no - maybe, come on Angel trumpets again yeah! Motherfucker scream "Horrorshow" Time a diamond ass right on my line come on
on - she Said "take me away" away away Shout! I'm deadly on the eyes an Astro-spyder, baby-a powertripp'n No - no - no - maybe? come on - Angel trumpets again
man's cane Pullin' into Baker on a New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door With one eye on the pistol the other on the door. Miss
blind man's cane Pullin' into Baker on New Year's Eve With one eye on the pistol the other on the door, With one eye on the pistol the other on the door
t sign up with you I'm not a present for your friends to open This boy's too young to be singing the blues So goodbye yellow brick road Where the dogs
would be wine an' roses If England were for Englishmen again Well I saw a dirty overcoat At the foot of the pillar of the road Propped inside was an
