the same old song. The same old heartbreaking story about some poor shit whose life sucks dick thinking he's gonna change the world through another angry song
Traduction: Against Me!. Same Old Song.
hearing the same old song. The same old heartbreaking story about some poor shit whose life sucks dick thinking he's gonna change the world through another angry song
In them little cars with those big wheels With a little box full of those big steels Pretty little chicks in those big heels For me it never gets old
me to do, what they want me to do And they want me to do it, but I'd rather stay full of embalming fluid But you know what you can do for me, give me
you to the old me You walk in, explode it and leave reload You don't like a record nigga - buck you, blow me But you will respect me Or get it in
want it's not big deal change my tone [chorus:] i gotta disappear don't wanna hear that sound on the radio yeah we could all hum along cause it's the same old song
way the story goes? (Same old story) No no Over and over On and on Keep on singing that same old song you know Is that the way the story goes? (Same old
same old song (Same old song) You're thinking you're gon' do me Like the other ones before, baby Here we go again It's the same old song Ooh, straighten
makin' real good bread I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip My buddies and me are
I'm makin' real good bread I'm gettin' bugged driving up and down the same old strip I gotta finda new place where the kids are hip My buddies and me
"Do it again" She said to me. So I nailed my hand to the baseboard floor. Hysterically, Laughing at me, She begged the question and I begged for more.
A bottle of white, a bottle of red Perhaps a bottle of rose instead We'll get a table near the street In our old familiar place You and I-face to face
