I can't help what I hear in my head It's the switch that I flip (They said) Hand of blood I dont wanna' feel My heart is breaking Hand of blood I dont
I'm shopping, shopping for blood Oh I'm shopping, shopping for blood So I'm shopping, shopping for blood Oh I'm shopping, shopping for... It's leather for
dela de nos differences A force d'echanger nos silences Maintenant qu'on est face a face On se ressemble sang pour sang Tous les deux sang pour sang
so much love Pretty ladies, don't despair Too much, too much, yeah Too much blood, too much blood Too much too much blood, too much blood Too much blood, too much blood
soft shame This hysterical house could collapse in the night and the hinges will buckle liars choke on their spite but the darkness has a hunger offers you blood for wild blood
, I want to bust up everything And make some love I can feel it in the air feel it up above Feel the tension everywhere, there's too much blood Too much blood
've got too much blood in my Too much blood in my Too much blood in my Too much blood in my Too much blood in my Too much blood in my Too much blood in
the facts we hate well never meet walking down the road everybody yelling "hurry up, hurry up!" but im waiting for you i must go slow i must not think
heart of darkness A fire zone Where poets speak their heart Then bleed for it Jara sang - his song a weapon In the hands of love You know his blood still
musique est un paradis C'est l'alliance des Celtes Qui maintient le souffle de vie C'est l'alliance des Celtes Qui fait courir le sang dans les veines
Like the lion tears the flesh off of a man So can a woman who passes herself off as a male They sang "Danny Boy" at his funeral and the Lord's Prayer
over time so Brother, I'm keeping my eyes on you I bet you don't think I know no bett'(er) But sanging the blues Oh but brother have I got news for you
cocon Les coups, le sang, les temps boueux J'avais mal en fermant les yeux The hard work in the cotton fields I was imagining in my cocoon The hits, the blood
for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost Catch me if you can, I'm running past while y'all walk [Ca$hi$] Shady made me for bringing it back For the
ground lay a red, red rose; When the boy found it there, joy came from his despair; "You sang for her, sweet Nightingale, You told her of my love, You bring for
sang... Fut projete mon sang... O, Flammes Ancestrales Sans misere, ni sensibilite... Sans larmes, ni rires Mais pourtant si reelles" Puis ce sang,