look. whose guitars are these? move them around. i have to be honost with you stephen…lynch…if that is your real name. i heard the whole album. look ur doughter lullaby it started sweet u had me you had me at the low. but daddy likes hokers beers all that. what kind of man are you….
(J. Bon Jovi, R. Sambora, H. Knight) So you want to be a cowboy Well you know it’s more that just a ride Guess you got to know the real thing If you want to know the other side Ain’t nobody riding shotgun In this world tonight And when you spit, you better mean it…
Hurt I hurt myself today to see if I still feel I focus on the pain the only thing that’s real the needle tears a hole the old familiar sting try to kill it all away but I remember everything what have I become? my sweetest friend everyone I know goes away in the end…
Wenn es Abend wird, drunt am Alpensee, und die Nacht rückt langsam näher. Wenn die Lerche steigt und die Sonne sinkt. Ja, da wird mir denn mein kleines Herzerl schwer. Und dann kehre ich in eine Wirtschaft ein, wo man ungestört noch sitzen kann. Und dann trinke ich ein kleines Glaserl Wein, und dann schau’…
İçtim içtim keyiflendim Canıma değsin İçtim içtim şereflendim İçtim içtim zehirlendim Annem affetsin Kadehlerde temizlendim İçtim içtim yuvarlandım Akabinde toparlandım Dostu düşmanı öğrendim İçtim içtim rezil oldum Beyoğlu’na vezir oldum Her belaya hazır oldum Ayaklar havada kanatlar yerde Düz yürümek çok zor yine Vayy Bayanlar baylar Biz yüksekten düşerken seyre dalanlar Vayy vay Bayanlar baylar…
building cage i can only study the blame i can think of a word for myself but no name question darts throw me to the dogs of progress but they run from what really matters raised on promises to the furnace for shade to the dust for a drink logic’s mad and shame doesn’t care…
Whooh ah ah, whooh, but you ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog Ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha, ah-ha It gets me hype, baby hmm, hmm b-b-baby hmm Don’t stop till you get it right, my heart is putting out A call to your heart to stop messing around you better start Yeah givin’ me all…
(J.P. Maunick / M. Edwards) Don’t be a fool to yourself You can’t put the blame on no one else She gave you all that she had And there’s nothing more Oh no, there’s nothing left to give Don’t be a fool to yourself You can’t put the blame on no one else You’re losing…
Words by J.S. Dwight Music by Adolph C. Adam Arranged by Tedd T. and Rebecca St. James O holy night the stars are brightly shining It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth Long lay the world in sin and error pining Till he appeared and the soul felt it’s worth A thrill of…
[First Verse] Well Baby Beesh, that’s my handle, money mackin’ Commando, blowin’ like a candle, on that pearl and Wood panel, modern day Marlon Brando Squares don’t understando Play like a piano when I’m flipping through the Channel, man don’t make me lose convultions, chokin’ On some doja, cars keep flippin’ over Getting’ Jags and…