tired of dreaming Cos dreamings nothing to do I got tired of dreaming About you My guns are loaded You're in my sights I'm gonna love you tonight My guns
[Verse 1:] Lookin' at my phone boy I'm wonderin' why you ain't called(ain't called) Lookin' at the tv screen I don't wanna turn it on(turn it on) Why
us, But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of Brixton. Oh, The Guns Of
You're so quiet But it doesn't phase me You're on time You move so fast, makes me feel lazy And let's join forces We've got our guns and horses I know
Hay pistolas?? que descargadas se me disparan Todos los relojes me separan Y no me encuentro ya ni en la cama Amapolas?.son los suspiros de tus escamas
Je t?en prie fais-moi une faveur Essaie de m?entendre quelques instants J?ai juste quelques mots sur le c?ur Un texte ou bien une priere c?est comme tu
it's different (Turning us into monsters) Kids don't fight with knives anymore (Turning us into fire) They fight with guns! Kids got guns! (Turning us
Kids with guns Kids with guns Taking over But it won't be long They're mesmerized Skeletons Kids with guns Kids with guns Easy does it, easy does it,
ruins... One, twenty-one guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, twenty-one guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, twenty-one guns
in ruins... One, twenty-one guns Lay down your arms Give up the fight One, twenty-one guns Throw up your arms into the sky One, twenty-one guns Lay
I try and feel the sunshine You bring the rain You try and hold me down With your complaints You cry and moan and complain You whine an tear Up to my
I been thinkin' 'bout Thinkin' 'bout sex Always hungry for somethin' That I haven't had yet Maybe baby you got somethin' to lose Well, I got somethin',
I know you're showin' Showin' what you're needing Well does your momma know where you are The way you're dancing, I know you're out to please me You
I can't stop thinkin' Thinking 'bout sinkin' Sinkin' down into my bed I call my mother She's just a cunt now She said I'm sick in the head She said you
Ooh (x3) Well, she's all geared up, walkin' down the street And I can feel the slime, drippin' down her sleeve Well, you can't refuse and you just can
All the love in the world couldn't save you Or the innocence inside You know I tried so hard to make you To make you change your mind And it hurts too
Yeah! Attitude 'tsa fuckin' attitude I can't believe what ya say to me You got some attitude Inside that bitter brain There's gotta be a whore If you
Buick Buick Buick Mackane will ya Buick Mackane will ya be my girl Oh, be my girl Rainy lady Queen of the rock will ya Queen of the rock will ya