mind And it's poking your atmosphere But should you find it's obscene in that gray All dramatic series young hearts say Lord, if you've got loss Come on, shout me out
killing your mind And it's poking your atmosphere But should you find it obscene in that gray All dramatic series young hearts say Lord, if you've got loss Come on, shout me out
Перевод: TV On The Radio. Крик Me Out.
s killing your mind And it's poking your atmosphere But should you find it obscene in that gray All dramatic series young hearts say Lord, if you've got loss Come on, shout me out
books will burn You better think it out We should be able to say anything Our lungs were meant to shout Say what we feel, yell out what's real Even
big rock star My sales have tanked But I still got you Thanks Download this Sounds like shit Keep on bloggin' 'Til the power goes out Your battery's dead Twist and shout On the radio
get my hands on you I won't let go this time I know it's for real Should I write or call your home shout it out with a megaphone radio, TV news got
The books will burn You better think it out We should be able to say anything, our lungs were meant to shout Say what we feel, yell out what's real Even
wonderful sound Mama, won't you nurse me? Rain me down the sweet milk of your kindness Mama, it's getting worse for me Won't you please make me warm
t you come around and show your face? Papa-oom-mow-mow Papa-oom-mow-mow The weirdest sound--I can't figure it out-- I can't believe this sound makes me slap and shout
run outside, we hit the middle with the dive play ice in the 20 inches on the ride play when ya see me [Da Brat] You see me, same thing, same way Radio, TV
is loved and valued... what? ...by the majority. What? What? Conclusion Look people, you heard it on the radio I get... You seen it on the TV show Uh
, baby When I get my hands on you, I won't let go This time I know it's for real Should I write or call your home Shout it out with a megaphone, radio, TV
in my heart. The peasants here are starving, They look like barrels out in space. Pray TV looks like pay TV to me, It's just a curse on the human race
Bitch) See me on TV, when he sit his ass down (Bitch) Folks took interest, offered me some paper Now, you know these labels tryna rape ya Lord`s on
rains in my heart The peasants here are starvin' They look like barrels out in space Pray TV looks like pay TV to me It's just a curse on the human