Feel myself getting ill by your generosity We fight we scream you pack up can’t get away from me You call it torture I call it unconditional love You never leave me I treat you just like shit
“It’s just you,” she said, “I’m so frightened by the things that you do” Invisible she said, “it’s the only thing that I’m good for”
And on my soul you bled with welfare dollars fed You lay around naked you yelled and screamed for more woke up this morning got right out of bed same thing as yesterday get drunk get high and act real dead
“It’s just you,” she said, “I’m so frightened by the things that you do” Invisible she said, “it’s the only thing that I’m good for”
Shot gun plastered to my hand I’m blasting through the front door Fill you full of lead so cool, Dying in the street man we got good seats to this sick town runaround hit you when you’re looking down
Hani ya sensiz severim demiştim Hani ya aşkını ona vermiştin Hani ya her şeyi haktan…
(Lanegan/Johnson) I see they're comin' Just tell me it ain't true How lonely sorrow, and…
Colder now then ever The rebel walks without you here Take my share of bleeding…
Allah medet ya Muhammed ya Ali Yusuf kuyusunda zindana düştüm Gülbankı çekelden Bektaşi Veli Yok…
Bugün görüşme günüdür of of of Çift camlardan ses gelmiyor of Mahkumların umududur Çift camlardan…
Bir İstanbul sabahında Gözlerimi açtığımda Göremedim yatağımda Yine yoksun, yine yoksun Bu kadar çabuk sıkıldıysan…