Hey little stick around girl I wanna know why Why do you turn me outside? Can't you just turn around? My money is on the heartbreak My hands are on the
Yeah it's friday night and there ain't nowhere to go Seems kind of lonely but she's used to the cold White Russian lover keeps her hot in his company
the king of the jungle was asleep in his car. when your chances fall in your lap like that, you gotta recognize them for what they really are. nobody
Everything looks tiny from the top of this cliff and as i fall i pass the layers of life then i see how small we really are as i'm approaching certain
Who will shadow you home These streets are getting crazy I've got air pollution in my mouth And it's getting tired of waiting Until our youth burns away
Within her hands are gifts for the damned You take them all Consume the pills, the acid, the booze Weakness can't refuse White speed, brown smack, bone
Не покидай меня ни на минуту, не покидай. И если даже прав порой не буду, ты все прощай. Меня от всех тревог и от сомнений ты заслони. Пусть будут
Моя история стара, словно мир, Про человека, что не нажил ни машин, ни квартир. И, все же, в душе его царит и мир, и покой. Хоть он тяжелый путь исканий