Appetites reach all time highs No ones seems to care who dies Prey on every little thing in sight Decay will be killed state of mind Anything to stay
What the fuck? are we playing? Periodic reverberations of our gaseous medium! Yes, I like sequences and repetitions... But where the hell did you come
Golosa! Glotona! Tu eres golosa, golosa y glotona, Tu eres golosa, golosa y glotona. Estas en la cama y tu eres golosa, Estas en la cocina y tu
Cupide !! Je ne reponds plus de rien, rien Pas quand on me parle De paix et de pactes Laissez moi vous bercer, vous bercer, vous bercer, vous bercer
too greedy clip: Flesh-N-Bone: (chorus 2x:) you niggaz is slippin i'm commin to get chu niggaz DIE DIE/ you niggaz is slippin i'm commin to get chu niggaz
Terror, confrontation With the army, splittered nation Smash the mirror, there's no way back To the reign of egoism and brutality Now it's time to decide
In the breathless hush of 4 a.m. In the dark sits a sad cliche Cloaked in the navy blue of slowly fading stars Tell me how this came to be Sleeplessness
hopes rise. desire. build something out of nothing. happiness in the distance. built this for you. only good intentions. feeling this in the distance.
Lyrics By Bill Stevenson Music By Bill Stevenson & Stephen Egerton Everyone's Greedy That's How Society Got This Way Everyone's Greedy It's All About
See I?m a wanted man barely living in these streets Since child support saw fit to put a warrant out on me Say I owe ?em sixty-five hundred and they want
Raining It's pouring The old man is scoring It's morning He says every nerve in his body is alive When he's with me He says he loves me He says
Another emergency truck keeps rolling fast Two lane highway and they run on the wrong track You still don't know that you're never going back You're going
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler) (from the album "InFormation", 1995) he turns around the key of his Jaguar and whispers a shallow good bye to his wife
What the fuck are we playing? Periodic reverberations of our gaseous medium! Yes, I like sequences and repetitions But where the hell did you come from
Cupide Je ne réponds plus de rien, rien Pas quand on me parle De paix et de pactes Laissez moi vous bercer, vous bercer, vous bercer, vous bercer
Give me some antiseptic To take this headache away Give me a syringe To inject the pain Give me something pretty I hope I'll never be I'd
