hall He's gonna eat 'em all. Rapture Be pure Take a tour through the sewer Don't strain your brain Paint a train You'll be singing in the rain Said
takes She has a fashion line-- A journalist for "time" Coaches a football team She's a geologist--a romance novelist She is a mother of three She is a soldier--she is a
Cats may plea and dogs may bark See the children in the park Take me and touch my face Can a man run with every race All aboard the mystery train
the house was a wall with a few bits of crappy graffiti and the word 'Cunt' written on it in giant letters And now I walk past that I like sitting in the park
please) Pa darle un training Para que bailando coje fueitin Quiero hacerle baby, cosa chula en la morging Ganate un warning, pa encima echarte greyvin Pa ponerte racing
it a shame their world?s all the same they never get out of the game isn?t it a shame yea isn?t it a shame (Grazie a Ro per questo testo)
to hall He?s gonna eat ?em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don?t strain your brain, paint a train You?ll be singin? in the rain I
cats paved it (set it off) Now that we've got that straight, it's time to move on I don't train for sprints, I train for marathons A long haul, we're
to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the rain I
, hall to hall He's gonna eat 'em all Rapture, be pure Take a tour, through the sewer Don't strain your brain, paint a train You'll be singin' in the
a ride from a fruit pickers daughter Drove her through the night, let the fruit just right Said All I could eat for a quarter Next, hopped a train with a
takes She has a fashion line-- a journalist for "Time" Coaches a football team She's a geologist--a romance novelist She is a mother of three She is a soldier--she is a