Bouleverse par tout ces morts de cet tess du 93 Killer On veut des loves nique l'inspecteur les detracteurs n'on qu'a bien se tenir ce soir c'est torride
they carry on the sin Chorus: Scream killers - Right and always wrong - Scream killers They are the scream killers- Always go too far - Scream killers
stop you drop, like sweat it out my face What killas want right behind me, (I think you lying) so try me These hater-fied niggas don't play Cut in all my killas
if i could ever kill somebody well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail I kill family, friends, myself what, yeah, I'd kill myself
eyes burn a hole in your back, A footstep behind you, he lunges prepared for attack. Scream for mercy, he laughs as he's watching you bleed, Killer behind
Console me in my darkest hour Convince me that the truth is always grey Caress me in your velvet chair Conceal me from the ghosts you cast away I'm in
one gives a damn about her hair It's lonely down on Track Street She used to go by Jackie The cops, they'll steal your dreams and they'll kill your
It started with a low light Next thing I knew they ripped me from my bed And then they took my blood type They left a strange impression in my head You
I did my best to notice When the call came down the line Up to the platform of surrender I was brought but I was kind And sometimes I get nervous When
The Dustland Fairytale begins With just another white trash county kiss in '61. Long brown hair, and foolish eyes. He'd look just like you'd want him
This is world that we live in I feel myself get tired This is the world that we live in Well maybe I was mistaken I heard a rumor that you quit this
The unknown distance to the great beyond Stares back at my grieving frame To cast my shadow by the holy sun My spirit moans with a sacred pain And
The emotion it was electric And the stars, they all aligned I knew I had to make my decision But I never made the time No, I never made the time
We used to tear it down, but now we just exist. The things that i did wrong, I'll bet you've got a list. Now i know how you remember and those moments
Far from the evergreen of old Assam Far from the break fall on the trails of old Saigon Straight from the poster town of scorn and Ritz To bring you
It's getting close to sundown Over the Sierra Stranded on the heat wave Burning with desire She was on the sidewalk Looking for a nightlife Talked about
meantime by myself WOOO! He's a real winner! All over they say Sleeping in the lazy afternoon! A danger to the doubters they assume! ahha ahha ahha ahha [ The Killers
