Inspirial Carpets - Directing traffic
Tekst :
I read it in a book in school
I read it with ‘Janet and John’
No matter how you know the man
You can t trust what he’s on
Some time later when he s on his own
What once was muscle is now bone
I see a skull on a stick
I see a skeleton with skin
I m getting by just the best I can
While you re directing traffik
You can t judge a man by his skin
Or a book by the cover it s in
But I can t help feel it s true
The devil s got a hand on you
In a world of laughter where the madman thrive
You’re sewing up your death shroud from the inside
Inne utwory
Find out why Uniform Seeds of doubt This it how it feels Lovegrove Cobra Bitches brew Smoking her clothes Caravan Song for a family Irresistible force Sleep well tonight Fire Rain song Out of time Dragging me down Niagara Generations Losowe utwory
I had every intention of getting hammered here tonight
I gave my truck keys to the bar keep
Said “Dave, don’t you dare let me drive”
In the middle of this bottle
I drank my train of thought off track
So I’ve gotta stop drinking or start rethinking my reason for throwing them back
Cause it’s...
Jest taka jedna piosnka we mnie,
Zna ją, kto poznał wędrówki smak.
W mieście jej szukam nadaremnie,
W lesie zanuci ją każdy ptak.
Tyle jest mocna, ile jest słaba
Tyle co we mnie poza mną jest.
Niczyja jak ten wiatr w konarach
Choć nieraz czuje ją wiele serc
Ref:
Widzę...
God, You have done great things
God, You give grace to the weak
And bless the brokenhearted
With a song of praise to sing
You reached down and lifted us up
You came running, looking for us
And now there s nothing
And no one beyond Your love
You re the overflow
You re the fountain of my heart
Let...
You never see him out in the sunlight
He s waiting for the shadows to fall
Moving under cover of darkness
Searching for a victim to maul
Lock up your doors so tightly
Keep all your windows shut
Cause on this night the blood will flow
Flow before the...
No Passaran, No Passaran, No Passaran
Chory jest świat, chory sen wariata,
Krwawe kartki pocztowe z różnych stron świata.
Czarna niedziela, długa jak sen,
Karetka na sygnale podaje mi tlen.
Nie moge uciekać choć ktoś mnie goni,
Przykładam pistolet do swej skroni.
Nie...