we're all in the gutter but I'm looking the rats and when I'm hungry I don't fuck around and I'm not afraid to strew around my scraps here's a rat carcass
Here we do it like 1 and 2 and 3 and to the 4 R to the O to the C's at the doe Cruise make a move get clapped on up So so def that's wassup So give me
The way you're dancing makes me come alive Makes me shiver and perspire Your surreptitious glancing, the way you crack a smile You really start a fire
Another link in the chain getting rusty breaking Down in the gutter with a smile It's another case of finding your place Another number showing what he
How he knows where he's going - Never lost - No one, well there's no one faster Direction born in his brain He's got no reason to hide He's got no laws
Intravenously polite, it was the walkie-talkies That had knocked the pins down As their shoes gripped the dirt floor In the silhouette of dying Dancing
I got a patch. I got a pin. Obtained political beliefs from the same songs as my friends. I got a five finger discount to the little record store, its
[This recording originally released by Emperor in 1999 on the split album "Thorns versus Emperor".] [Music and lyrics: Snorre Ruch.] [5:58] By the Moon
Psychopathic inner conflict Mannifesting inner demons Beat to death and mutilated Unremorseful brutal killing Malevolence brings morbid birth Brood of
Paul Kelly (Mushroom) She was always bugging us Every day on the way home Riding on the back of the bus Every time we tried to kiss She was there right
Shapeless beings of unknown origin. Scanning the cosmic blackened abyss. Planting the seed of their horror and hatred. Mankind was created to be violent
It's in the rhythm of a dancer And every standard flag unfurled It's in the bride's eternal answer And every child across the world Chorus: Heart and
They used to make them tall Now there are no shipyards here at all They used to dig for coal here They used to scrape and crawl Now there are no coalfields
The way you're dancing Makes me come alive Makes me shiver and perspire Your surreptitious glancing The way you crack a smile Nearly start a fire So
How he knows where he's going - Never lost - No one, well there's no one faster Direction born in his brain He's got no reason to hide He's got
Intravenously polite it was the walkie-talkies that had knocked the pins down as their shoes gripped the dirt floor in the silhouette of dying dancing
MARIACHI, TEQUILA Y BANDA SE VEN POR GUADALAJARA LOS PLEBES ANDAN CONTENTOS LLEGO LA NUEVA CAMADA CON CEREBRO Y TALENTO SE PASEA LA PLEBADA NO LES GUSTA