a lo Kitorted a kezedet, ha' mivel olelsz engemet? Igy hat kedves kisangyalom, nem lehetek a tied Eljen a magyar szabadsag, eljen a haza Eljen a magyar
Put down your gun punk, put up your dukes son Why can't you be a man, fight me one on one Don't need guns or knives to hide behind Bullets included,
on public property, oh, destroy what humans have made like a bulldozer, called a vandal, criminal, clear cut old growth trees, called a logger, a miner, a
The rules that you live by Betrayal by false friends I've paid my dues, I've lived with you for many long wasted years The rules that you live by Called
Feelin' alone, kicked out at fifteen Father, ohoh, where am I gonna sleep? I had a home, now hungry, tired, filthy You had a son and walked away from
Too many people can't control reality of addiction, runnin' all up hill, carryin' a heavy load, a life of excess, abusin' every way, your tattered health
call yourself a man, your children black and blue once again, black and blue once again, black and blue Run, run, run, why don't you walk away, abusive husbands, a
what's been done if I regret not being there, when the time has come, when it's too late No regrets, no time to change A selfish choice can take its toll, a
a gift, still in my head and he Never thought just of himself, put his friends and family first, was our friend, we miss him dearly Pieter was a gift
finished studies, Masters degree Now consulting development companies, who sold out now? Who sold out now? Sixteen years old and live at home In front your friends calling
a waste of their time, yeah, you've been lied to once again, yeah, well, they've paid you no mind, yeah, you're abandoned, so sorry, you're just a waste
It's a battle, all my own but steadfast right by my side, best friend I've ever known, you've always had my back, lost my stability, straight down bloodied
when every meal's a punishment I'm on my way home, I'm on my way home, I'm on my way home, I'm on my way home alive Chance favors prepared minds, again
ll say it again I'm down for mine ese Or laugh at you if you need a shank over a cuete And then I'll call you a Chavala As I rock over the jam in my '
, so alone, no place to call home Hear a angel tellin' me, just stay strong (You better be strong, just stay strong) Bailin' back to Land that I call my home
It could be the weight of gravity. It could be a story that no one will ever believe. It could be a million things but please, right now we only need a place
's greatest? Too late, already took that! Father knows best, but Father knows stress But Father needs love, a back rub, and some rest Damn he could use a good home
the script Start to trip Grabbed my hip Did the dip Rent a car Go upstate Hit the waterfall Jump in a lake Step in the place Move the crowd Cut the snake