Prijevod: Nakon. Karton dvorac s Lom-c.
Irish blood, English heart, this I'm made of There is no one on earth I'm afraid of And no regime can buy or sell me I've been dreaming of a time when
Los Angeles You [incomprehensible] You have never been in love Until you've seen the stars Reflect in the reservoirs And you have never been in love
"Hello??, "Neckcutta? "Pardon??, "Neckcutta "Who is this??, "Neckcutta "Who do you wish to speak with?? "Your neck?, "What? Hello" "Neckcutta, neckcutta
You were most beautiful as the damage and the trauma Pounding hard with battered wings of destiny You were my last great war You were my heaven ablaze
Something in you caused me to Take a new tact with you You were going through something I had just about scraped through Why do you think I let you get
There's a place in the sun for anyone Who has the will Chase one and I think I found mine Yes, I do believe I have found mine So, close your eyes And
I was a good kid I wouldn?t do you no harm I was a nice kid With a nice paper-round Forgive me any pain I may have brung to you With God?s help I know
The whispering may hurt you But the printed word might kill you The whispering may hurt you But the printed word might kill you So don't let the blue
You must be wondering how the boy next door turned out Have a care but don't stare because he's still there Lamenting policewomen, policemen Silly women
All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms Then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be
She told me she loved me Which means she must be insane I've had my face dragged in fifteen miles of shit And I do not, and I do not, and I do not like
America, your head's too big Because America, your belly's too big And I love you I just wish you'd stay where you is In America, the land of the free
There is something I wanted to tell you It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing But then I, I look around and I remember That I am alone, alone for
On returning, I can't believe this world is still turning The pressure's on because the pleasure hasn't gone And I'm not sorry for, for the things I'
Back before I was a movie star Straight off of the farm I had a picture of another man's wife Tattooed on my arm With a pack of Camel cigarettes In the
Intermolecular structures the cloning of lovers Secrets and the lies that stem within The falling of Hitler the infamous killer Take my soul and rape
Sine, ona je obicna pasuljara sa stajge, sine, nemoj da se palis, nemoj da si lud da je vuces do gajbe, odvedu lujku pravo na Kalis. Decko, pokazi ribi