First went wrong is hard to find We're paralyzed, we apologize Our hell is a good life Last went wrong, where's my prize under the lights Can we call
Translation: The Crypt Keeper. Our Hell's Grown Cold.
Translation: Haines, Emily. Our Hell.
Translation: Saliers, Emily. Our Hell.
: How many times must we take this ride? I'm fucking tired, I'm hungry This feeling?s overwhelming We?re passing through sunsets And hells bottomless
MORE to ADD FORget WHY - forGET beCAUSE unLESS you WANT to SIT and DWELL CALL it WHAT it was ONE of those - MA-A-ADE in HELL made in hell - made in
the hands of man another forest is lost. Carelessly we are neglecting the cost. Destruction across the land. Cannot wash the blood from our hands. Garbage
fear On our way to Hell Survival of the fittest, all penalties severe On our way to Hell Fuelling your desire, I'm your darkest fear On our way to Hell
eternity Let me hear it now The secret of our destiny Give it up tonight The secret of our destiny Let me hear it now The secret of our destiny Come
Over there well he's wondering Is Oskar there, is Oskar all right Was never cool not allowed to fit He never knew what he liked And over there he's the
what i'd always hoped. i feel so small as i get older. and if we take our proudest moments. and stand them up against the rest of all our days. would
it, let it go We could of been perfect If you let it But you let it, let it go Could of been happy and still alive Now Im going through hell in his single
right I'm hitting easy street on mud tires, let's ride I sit back and think about them good old days The way we were raised in our southern ways And
we make this world to be Is a living hell torturing our minds? We all must unite, to turn darkness to light And the love in our hearts will shine We
at least one drinking buddy and after one drink, all of us think we're funny our national mascot's a damn beaver O Canada we love our beaver home of Hell
hide behind the tears of a clown So why don't you all sit down Listen to the tale I'm about to tell Hell, we don't gotta trade our shoes And you ain
never get back what we gave away When we still have that fire in our eyes Don't believe everything happiness says Nothings as real as our old reckless
be some deranged lunatic" I said, "C'mon toots - my name is the Prince = Beside, would a lunatic have a Porsche like this?" She agreed and we were on our
