She, sleep, dreams of childhood Waiting in the fields First love kept secret Hide behind the tree She dreams of childhood And I dream of her She, sleep
Traduction: China Crisis. Les Portes de porte à porte.
wasted youth, and we are the future. We feel so damn invincible. We are not responsible. Get smashed, gate crash! Get smashed, gate crash! Get smashed, gate
[Music: Dirkschneider/Kaufmann/Gianola - Words: Dirkschneider/Kaufmann] I've passed the lonely gates of Babylon I've touched the ancient pyramids I've
in the penatentury but so be it) And Jesus couldn't help me out the state (Prepare for an early date to see my fate at the pearly gate But wait) No time
insurance, owned a restaurant or bar Could've been an accountant or a tennis star He was wearing boxing gloves, took a dive one day Off the Golden Gate Bridge into China
that we can stand united, And kick our enemies' ass! (Yeaa!) Can I get a witness? Now, time is of the essence, So stand tall, chest out, chin up, Proud
the shed is looking to the west I reckon I?ll head that way, it?s good as any way I guess Closing this old gate kinda ends our episode ?Cause there?s
out on de lawn! De daddy were ne-GLIJ-ible, De mama were de-FLATE-able, De trauma to de imfunt Be mostly not ne-GATE-able Yo' urgin' to be exitin' Because
the things you've only ever heard of Dream life the way you think it ought to be See things you thought you'd never ever see Take a cruise to China
Spread your wings Flying over frozen mountains Crystal rivers and geizer fountains Drifting above China's Mystic Forest Float with the breeze and cross
the ICP!!! This is my jam!!! I'm on a psychedelic, motherfucking inter-gallactic void G!!! Aw, shit!" [Violent J] Well, they let the gate up so I bail
in the cut for this black motherfucker, to bail out his hut And I don't give a mad-ass fuck about a sheriff who's tryin to tear-off a (??) My chinny chin chin
plan to break Tyson outta prison Come my way and get served Still got a duece that'll bunny hop the curb Nappy head, nappy chest, nappy chin Never seen
Please remember me, happily By the rosebush laughing With bruises on my chin, the time when We counted every black car passing Your house beneath the