Nobody likes you you are such a drag Nobody likes you you are such a brat Nobody likes you you see Nobody likes you not me Nobody likes you Everyone
A wound - not sore - beyond cure remains Still and silent - painless days Paltriness - Indifference Life does remain quite lukewarm Ecstasies all burn
There's a lot of lonely people tonight Trying to make it through 'til the morning light There's me and you, babe, that's alright There's a lot of lonely
pensar que en realidad hay muy poca gente Las palabras no sirven para nada y empiezo a pensar que en realidad hay muy poca... gente
Small town girl goes west 'Cause she thinks it's the only way to stay alive Now, she knows best who's who 'n' who's not Who's hot and who's the more fly
You have no gain I point the finger at you, scream until my face is blue But you still hate everything I point the finger at you, beaumonde through and
Policeman watching you I see everything the policeman sees City's on fire, it's a billion degrees Oh oh The policeman he waves me through That's the
I'm not tryin' to impress you with my lines They don't mean nothin' at all It's just another expression of mine It don't mean nothin' at all Mystifying
Keiner wußte wie's geschah plötzlich warn die Onkelz da über Nacht kam der Erfolg der liebe Gott hats nicht gewollt mit dunklen Mä
What's A Matter You People Lead vocals - Jimmy/Patricia Where there is hatred, they sow love Where there is injury, they sow pardon Where there is friction
The Island Over an Ocean, and Over a Sea Beyond these great waters, what do I see? Well... I see the great mountains that climb from the coast, The Hills
pensar que en realidad hay muy poca gente. las palabras nos sirven para nada, y empiezo a pensar que en realidad hay muy poca gente. (Gracias a
puede danarme con mis amigos nadie puede, nada puede las palabras no sirven para nada y empiezo a pensar que en realidad hay muy poca gente me gustaria
Get away, break free Don't let anything hold you down, break free We grow up believing what we've been told Never allowed to think for ourselves Nobody
We lost our way, eyes loaded with all we tried to save, when did it go wrong? I can't live holding a clock in my hands, but that's something about me
The hooded scoundrels await their death. We are of those chosen few. They bare the marks of the sin. They're nothing like us but they try to destroy our