Shivaree - 10 minutes
Tekst :
Silver pens, expensive smoke
I s all over, satan sucks
You know it?s true
Jesus Presley Elvis Christ
Happy parents standing in some living room
And it?s ten minutes back to the valley
Her city limits; I?m gonna take you with me
And I will sing those songs
Back down the alley
And you can love me all the way home
You?ve got taste and that?s sad
Now you?re listening like you never really had
Feel that wind beneath my coat
You?re a liar
I?m a silly billy goat
And it?s about ten minutes back to valley
Everbody got sore
?Cause they couldn?t shop anymore
I wouldn?t bother to tell my father that I was on the score
When it?s ten minutes back to valley
Inne utwory
Pimp Cannibal King Ash wednesday Wagers After the prince and the showgirl Oh, no Flycatcher Bossa nova Stealing home All because you told me so Gone too far Daring Lousy guy Reseda casino Lunch My boy lollipop Losowe utwory
Crawl on our knees through the gutter
From an untimely demise
By remission of all sins
Forsaking old and wise
Violation of domain
An area of conquest
Which only we have one
Don t stagnate within your self
Transcend the Rubicon
Suffering, torment, anguish, pain
At life s shore slowly breaks the waves
Turn of the tides, revenance of rage
Blistering so...
Sitting here wasted and wounded
at this old piano
Trying hard to capture
the moment this morning I don t know
Cause a bottle of vodka
still lodged in my head
And some blonde gave me nightmares
think that she s still in my bed
As I dream about...
Love took a long time, it followed me here
And it landed on light feet, and it whispered in my ear
Love spoke of my past as a valuable test
And smiled, and said she who loves last loves best
Cause...
I was sitting by the phone
I was waiting all alone
Baby by myself I sit and wait and wonder about you
It s a dark and dreary night
Seems like nothing s going right
Won t you tell me honey how can I go on here without you?
Yes I m down and feeling blue
And...
Gotta do one song for the hood
This going out to all my homeboys
Ya know what I saying
All my balling homeboys
Ya know what I saying
Up in the hills (ghetto memories)
Riding Ferraris, Rolls Royces
You know, doing good
It s lonely at the top