Тексты песен

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y 
А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я

Игра «Числа»

at-the-drive-in — Transatlantic Foe

СКАЧАТЬ MP3 ТОП

Просмотров: 82

sailing all alone, guided by starlight nowhere is my home inside of my mind we've paid that shoeshine boy whose...
this time i'm gonna take the collection baby and with the money in my hand i'm gonna purchase all the details scrub you...
i had a friend who died for something he really loved i had a friend who stood for none of the above i had a...
i n i t i a t i o n follow you home after every show perforated into tiny fragments heavy breathing's your new...
you keep telling me this voltage hurts just a little in the thickness of the van you drop anchor if and when...
pregnant with the keys to your stick shift mood can't get yourself ignition can't get yourself ignition ...
so we see the opportunities stitch and thread with no down payments our neighbors see it through their own eyes...
pigeon holed decision making all my mind's made up i only colored outside the lines 'cause i got the knack...
i'm an incision the kind that glistens and not to mention we appeal when we've healed i'm an incision, just an...
substation submerging suburban disturbance incoherent gourding coat of arms they came hack a knocking paranoia


pet sounds filling pet peeve void's
black and white tv with the sound turned down
is it mono or stereo?
lending aneurysm satisfaction in the
fruitless gaze of your mona lisa lazy smile
trick ourselves in portable stanzas
black russian throated on this
guillotine cancer
how steep we are
but there's just no telling
just no telling



savion is under heel clicking
morse code through movie stills again

the sky had blackened with carrion birds
pinstriped suits and cigarettes tapped danced
through the tepid burlesque
their mouths were parched with excess thirst
bridge and chorus candy curse
still they snag through the strepthroat verse



pet sounds filling pet peeve voids
black and white tv with the sound turned down
like breathing blood through lungs of czar's child

if i had a dollar for every plot that you made
in this bed of nails you make
how steep
how steep we are






FOREX ТОП