alone did you hear the old songs or had the faces grown so cold could you see us one last time or had it been that long the old songs are dancing in
Tradução: One Man Army. The Old Songs.
junkie dream makes you so uptight Yeah it's halloween tonight and every night Hear you scratch your skin Your sandpaper throat You're a symphony, man, with one
it Somebody chuck me-who the who'd you think? hold the mic, hold the mic, I shoot 'em down with my last one, last one, last one, last one and (Boo
you hurt? LEFEVRE Signora! Are you all right? Buquet! Where is Buquet ? PIANGI Is no one concerned for our prima donna? LEFEVRE Get that man down here
song of the street It keeps haunting my memory Music in the air I hear it ev'rywhere Rags, bones and old city songs Play them one more time for me
Pan's the man, he heard Grammy was blood-ed She shot Ms. Piggy, she's superior on her set Pippy Long Stocking had it poppin' Her and Barney had an army
Yo, yo, I want to dedicated this song to Philip Arthur Harrison Word up, 'cause he was the one who took me from a boy to a man So as far as I'm concerned
tired of bein' the bummiest nigga out the crew I gotta get mine, I gotta get cash I see an old man, I'm gonna rob him with the quick fast Give me your
emerged from the united states army so that I am now of course in the radio-active reserve and, the usual jokes about the army aside, one of the many
ll make you a man She said only, a good woman can That's the only thing that's gonna make you a man Well my daddy died when I was thirty one And that
I keep telling myself its just not in my hands (this seems outta my hand man) For losing you slowly was just not in my plan (this wasn't supposed to happen
an England (oh yes there will), An Ireland and a France (indubitably), A Liechtenstein and Finland (absolutely right, completely undeniable), And we have only one chance... Earnest young man
But like the old saying goes "If you can't nuke 'em... starve 'em or drop food on 'em." I'm half a novel, half a brothel, half a one-man army MC's don
I stole moves from KRS One A little Big Daddy Cane and some DJ Run And then we took our life and made it a song And look, nowadays Rhyme sayers is on
politician was on the radio Saying that no one in the UK suffered from want. Next day I saw an old man pleading for a handful of coal; His wife was dying
