Parla al mio cuore digli che sai Dei miei dolori che non dormon mai Parlami o stella Notte d'agosto e dei desideri e dimmi se lei verra Cerco amore e
And as I crawl through the sewer of life I feel the wall growing shards like a knife No time to think as the suffering begins The icy hand holds me
Dumpf gahnt der abgrund Fern ertrinkt ein schrei im grau Von anbeginn dazu bestimmt Sich zwischen schroffen wanden Zu verlieren Die halt und hilfe niemals
It is funny to live in Rome and stay with the Pope It is funny to live in Rome and to stay with the Pope If you go to Rome, no find fault If you live
Copper comes from Arizona Peaches come from Georgia Lobsters come from Maine The wheat fields are the sweet fields of Nebraska And Kansas gets bonanzas
She live in a house, she stupid as a mouse And she going where the lights are on She shaking obscene like a fucking machine And she's gone, gone, gone
I go to bed real early, everybody thinks it's strange I get up early in the mornin' No matter how disappointed I was with the day before It feels new
I know that things are getting tougher when you cant get top off from the bottom of the barrel wide open road of my future now... its looking fucking
Everybody's talking, how the world's changing. Everybody's wondering, a??How far will we run?a?? Can you see the train wreck? People scattered on the
[guru] Take your time, recline and make your mind up I feel fine, so I'm gonna wind up Here's the pitch, check the switch, now watch me Hit you right
So, you think you're kung fu's pretty good, eh? I want to fight your brother Him, against me Let's kung fu!! The smoke is clearing you can see
Hey blood come around Come check out my part of town I want to see you there tonight But in my neighborhood You know the chicken's good I want to
Time: it's always there but not on my side Time: it ticks and ticks as my life passes Time: it's time to go to work and go to school I see a fucking
Digging graves in my living room Red roses in full bloom A hanging lamp floats down the hall I believe in ghosts Though ghosts I never see Ghosts
See you at church and I see you at school Say that you live by the golden rule But, look again, it's all a lie You're a hypocrite, and I don't know
I'm a chick with no tits I'm a mess Always been so fond of you do you like the way I dress? Look like hell all 7 days Got no tits that's why I say
Blame it on La Lanne When something goes wrong That sweatsuited scapegoat For the exercising bomb Put the blame on Jack La Lanne He's our man
Most girls I know are so lame Red hot bods They're all the same Nothing in between the ears Just lots of space Six cans of beer to fuck See you