J'me leve a 15h du mat, inspecte mes aisselles L'evier m'nargue avec 3 semaines de vaisselle Ca sonne a la porte, (ding dong) j'y vais, super c'est le
bless the right to arm The finger on the trigger The target in the sights And you will remember Death comes day or right I got a fistful of anger A
the days Please no more Ah my fist your face That's for sure Oh hoo yeah My fist your face That's for sure oh hoo My fist your face That's for
It's out of love, ooh hoo It's out of love Give me a little bit serious love Give me a little full love Be full of love Fists, fists, fists full of
I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion So I'm left to pick up The hints, the little symbols of your devotion I feel your fists
can't feel you anymore - You are gone I can touch your skin but you aren't there Frustration burns in me, it's more than I can bear I wanna take you in my fists
Bleed, when you thought you knew Do you hear me shout?! Bleeding through my ribbon on my eyes (to come home). What I'm thinking now when I take you
Que deviens ton poing quand tu tends les doigts Que deviennent tes larmes quand tu ne les essuies pas Que devient ton rire la nuit sous d'autres toits
are the ones that will open your mind Leave the weak and the haunted behind [4x] [Chorus] Ten Thousand fists in the air Ten Thousand fists in the air
You know its hard for me to accept that i will never have you , that you will always have the upper hand you own my heart i aint got much left so i am
On fumait des rouleuses Sur un sofa defonce Et deja les filles malheureuses venaient nous consoler Ca s'oublie pas les annees de poemes Je chantais n'
AND MORE!! YOU SAID IT I HEARD IT!! CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR!! DELETED, DEFEATED, EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER BEEN!! NO MERCY!! ITS THE WAY OF THE FIST!!
love sticks sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit a kick in the teeth is good for some a kiss with a fist is better than none a-woah a kiss with a fist
Pugni chiusi non ho piu speanze in me c'e la notte piu nera Occhi,occhi spenti nel buio del mondo per chi e di pietra come me Pugni chiusi perduto per
Of ol' Manhattin', Traffick pattin' Near de GAY WHITE WAY! I gets clammy, sayin' 'MAMMY' I gets chills all up my spine! I gets wistful, Wit a fistful
Right . . . well, oh, fuckin' . . . Bozzio: Beat this fuckin' surfist . . . Moire?: No way, [gato . . .] O'Hearn: Yeah, for Christ, beat it with your fist
