supposed to do? Just put a bandaid on it? And stop the bleeding now Stop the bleeding now I'm losing you I'm losing you Well, well, well I know I hurt
cried and then he punished her No one heard her scream On the outside, it's all crimson and clover On the inside, they know it's over And the band of
uppercut" de Sagat, "Hecho es simple" o "la Saga", Ozzy en "Black Sabbat" (what's up?) Rayden, Seih, Chakal, Isaac y su bandada no tu bandana, Goku,
last chance of a lifetime Come and see, hear, feel... the real thing See those real live calloused fingers Wrapped around those guitar strings Kiss the lips where hurt
and unless I'm strong all my senses are carried away I could fell my hand my tremblin hand on the shelf angora sweather I can hear my band that awful band
but not drown On the Bridge To Canada Yes I would wear you like a crown I threw the dice on you Went very far away Some people they don't hurt Just in
it when they see it They need glasses to believe it They don't understand so be it... What can I say anyway [chorus] Bridge By the way you turn me on to your favorite band
I should've bought it, but I didn't She wanted to paint our bedroom yellow and trim it blues and greens But I wouldn't let her, wouldn't a hurt nuthin
Stones - no more - no more I don't wanna go and see Queen - no more - no more - no more - no more Yeah yeah crazy yeah I don't wanna hurt you But you been a hurting
crazy Baby I'm losin' my mind Chorus (Butch Cassidy + Snoop Dogg): (Butch Cassidy) Feels like I'm losin' control And I don't even know Girl you hurt
you know it's true You're who they dictate to That shit must hurt real bad fakin' what you wish you had Here all the folks come ask about me Band wagon
and the wind is making speeches, And the rain sounds like a round of applause. And Napoleon is weeping in a carnival saloon, His invisible fiance's in the mirror. The band
. Louis And the wind is making speeches And the rain sounds like a round of applause Napoleon is weeping in the Carnival saloon His invisible fianc is in the mirror The band
Then I get my chainsaw, then I get my I am gonna slaughter, 'cos I need it to relax I'm just kidding cornflake killers my new hit We're the band that
and it ain't ur hips (ur hips) its how you (run around?) to lick them lips and when i do, shawty you don't even trip and keep it rumble band for my