Daybreak finds you up and alive just as though you could touch a star. But sunset seems to leave you weary, alone and wondering who you are. Don't deny
A catfish, he tends to groove on the water, it's just where he's bound to be. And a monkey kinds of flashes on fruits and bananas, so he lives in the
Just knocking around the zoo on a Thursday afternoon, there's bars on all the windows and they're counting up the spoons, yeah. <a href="http://www
What good is that happy lie? All you wanted from the start was to cry, girl. It looks like another fall. Your friends they don't seem to help at all.
Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind. Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find. Now I'm not
She is frenzied to the point of pain. She is counting up her list again. She won't satisfy another man. You understand. You can't cross the boundry beyond
Patti Johnny Suzie and me we're gonna take a ride on the flying machine The flying machine it flies so high oh my love we can't pass it by Up in the
Каждый день, отправляясь в плаванье По морям, сквозь ветра и бури, Я мечтаю о тихой гавани, Где б мои корабли уснули, И о пристани в синих сумерках,
casa mare I love so much doba making boom-boom Now get your body moving, just follow the tune It's a real magic - big mama play her drum-a She's flying
breath Attack Bullets are flying People are dying with madness surrounding all hell's breaking loose Soldiers are hounding Bodies are mounting cannons are shouting to take their abuse With war machines
Faster than a bullet Terrifying scream Enraged and full of anger He's half man and half machine Rides the Metal Monster Breathing smoke and fire Closing
alot of cool shit I want, So here's my list-a, So check it out twice-a, I waaaaaaant, A solid gold Harley with machine guns on the front, I waaaaaaant
's a golden age, I pray for my sanity Where we don't have to answer to anyone about anything This is not like the brochure, flying cars and sex machines
the left Moving to the right Big generator Moving through the night We are the voices of the big generator Moving through the night Moving Flying out the soft machine
't understand Yeah, tough road but you start slow And before you know it, you're not alone Looking for a place called home anywhere Oh Indiana Those big dreams are flying machines
didn't seem to care Well the town folk said if you were meant to fly God would have given you wings What makes you want to spend all of your time Building that flying machine
get my walkie talkie, and some mustard And some mayonnaise, and a mermaid And some macaroni, bricks and some telephone wires And phone machines and a fax machine
video we'll be super drunk (WEEEE!) Standing near some kind of Dragon And then we'll buy some stinky used girls panties Out of one of those pervert vending machines