from mocking everything I feel
They'll never catch us
They've got newsmen looking through his life
Willie showed us all size does matter
But oh my God they've called in the marines
Though it kills her to give up believin
And out forms this misconception we call man
He cries for hours, cries and never stops
Hustlers mingling with the boys in blue
I can't go on like this anymore
Le gars des nouvelles a annonc?Tę en primeur penda
che mi hai voluto bene
On y'all wack bastards
and watch as the stars come unhinged
Thugged Out motherfuckers like the rest of the cre
these words ring hollow, these thoughts aren'
magic hands
In need of love
Sometimes I could know about
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
And it's such a shame
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose
Or I could swallow the sea
tra le tue smorfie e le mie dita dentro il naso
Mon Marcel Garlarneau...
Locked up inside your cloud of grey
Rain, rain go away
tiet?TĄm?TĄtt?TĄ onneamme, tuntematta kotia