Wanna find some boy, rip his heart right out First man I see, gonna take him down It ain't the Christian thing to do, they say But someone, somewhere'
Broken words said to me These broken mirrors make it hard to see Does anyone feel the same? I need some help, I need some change Broken dreams and broken
A Christian, an anarchist slash prostitute Figures out the true meaning Of freedom, not freedom like America Freedom like a shopping cart Kick back,
It?s a ghost town, baby, it will drive you crazy When you rely on all your friends I?ve seen people sucked in, there?s no way to them From becoming walking
Wanna find some boy, rip his heart right out First man I see, gonna take him down It ain't the Christian thing to do, they say But someone, somewhere
Broken words said to me These broken mirrors make it hard to see Does anyone feel the same I need some help, I need some change Broken dreams and broken
Push it a little further The tachometer forces the scales to tip Beauty that is so self consuming And yet so skin deep there is not much left Faster
In a romantic fashion I will experiment with my fear right before her eyes And every smile that's unveiled will be soaked In my nervous charm And then
Fight priest, Fight. Take pictures and make "alright" What you have lost, Give pride back to the ground. You got "all you want." But you've got a wreck
[Verse 1:] Sometime I act like I don't care I know the things I do aint fair When I'm with you I look at other girls Like I don't even know you're there
Traduction: The Chariot. Kenny Gibler (jouer du piano comme une maladie).
Traduction: Nelson, Hawk. Comme une voiture de course.
Traduction: Newcomer Carrie. Comme Saint La journée est consacrée.
: Broken words said to me These broken mirrors make it hard to see Does anyone feel the same? I need some help, I need some change Broken dreams and
