me cramponnais a son bras Et je les regardais comme pour leur dire : "Il est a moi, et je l'lache pas !" C'etait un gars de la Coloniale. Il avait la
je me cramponnais a son bras Et je les regardais comme pour leur dire : "Il est a moi, et je l'lache pas !" C'etait un gars de la Coloniale. Il avait
the barrel load a soft skin drum with mallets of human bone a world wide rampage rampage of greed so here the tour concludes The Colonial Wing
You ask me not to wear cologne She'll know you've been with me alone And you can't take our secret home So you ask me not to wear cologne You can wipe
La notte si annunciava chiara, la sera era serena, la gente nel cinema assisteva seria al magico "Quattro per quattro" del circo di Brema. Nel cielo
Rael: I wandered lonely as a cloud, Till I came upon this dirty street. I've never seen a stranger crowd; Slubberdegullions on a squeaky feet,
(feat. Bun B, E-40, Devin the Dude) Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong Kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne [BUN B] Got a swisher filled
in your world, the day is no threat in my world, there is an absence of light "genetic superior cell" controlled by the fathomless and unbearable a radical
A cry for help, a hint of anaesthesia, The sound from broken homes, We used to always meet here. As he lays asleep, she takes him in her arms, Some things
In Berlin kann man kulturell sehr viel erleben, und in Munchen soll's ein super-schrilles Nachtleben geben. Hanburg ist die einzig wahre Metropole, und
Du fragst, warum ich scheinbar immer gute Laune habe, du fragst, warum ich nie schnell renne, sondern lieber trabe. Du fragst, warum ich's leichter find
They sit around tables rendered dumb Coloured sticks of chalk are passed around Today the doctors allow the illusion of choice Tomorrow the necks split
Hook Kush is my cologne, gone on that stupid strong Kush is my cologne, Ku-Kush is my cologne BUN B Got a swisher filled up with that one hitter quitter
Finger food and an ice cold cake It won't cost you an arm and a leg Dance all night to a rotten band Come on, people, let's give 'em a hand Well, Saturday