Prijevod: Big Wheese. Arapske noći, nuklearne bombe i 9 / 11.
Mentre le ideologie si estinguono E le coscienze si disperdono Insieme ai muri crollano Le verita' di comodo I monumenti a cosa servono? La vera storia
I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait Yeah they really want you, they really want you, they really do Yeah they really
I never thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed Why am I so alive while you lay still in the ground beneath me? Fear of death
Geh spuck den Schnuller aus die Mama is net zhaus geh zier di net komm mit in's Gitterbett. Weiat wie schön des is mach ma ein' Windelstriptease
[Madrox] I was looking for some shoes, and some brand new shorts And took a minute to relax, with some snacks in the food court I was half way finished
When I wake they're always there Waiting just to freely please me While I wash they're occupied Cleaning things so sweetly, neatly When I play they play
Toki ga setsuna no yume de aru nara Sore wa hana no you na mono deshou ka Tatoe chiri yuku sadame de attemo Hakanaki hodo ni tada itooshiku Itsuka dokoka
On the darkest of streets, at around eleven The lights shine brightest, on Avenue Seven From 'Noho' to 'Soho' the congregate Gladrags and handbags we
On the darkest of streets, at around eleven The lights shine brightest, on avenue seven From 'noho' to 'soho' they congregate Gladrags and handbags we
I am doll eyes, doll mouth, doll legs I am doll arms, big veins, dog bait Yeah, they really want you They really want you, they really do Yeah, they
Dark Storm After The Light It's Over My Broken Rage It's Over From My Vanish Life Take Me, I Run To You And Show Me Your Beauty Side And Save Me With
(Bator/James) Well come on. Now we were stranded in the jungle looking for some Rock And Roll. Like Vietnamise babies on a food patrol. Well Babylon's
[Chorus:] Let's nuke nuke nuke nuke nuke Seatle It'll be a vicious bloody battle Let's nuke nuke nuke nuke nuke Seatle We'll slaughter em like a
La petite fille de mes dimanches Mettait toujours sa jupe plissee Elle marchait raide comme une planche Pour pas salir le vernis des souliers Si ces bouts
We came to wreck everything and ruin your lives Death and destruction follow by our side We rest our heads upon the guilt of the world because we no longer
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