All soldiers They're all gonna die And all the little babies They're all gonna die All the poets And all the liars And all you pretty people You're all
Traduction: Faible. Les gens Pretty.
low while the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down Across the desert through the canyons of the coast, to the Malibu Where the pretty
mountains low While the town got high Then the chilly winds blew down Across the desert Through the canyons of the coast To the Malibu Where the pretty people
t understand she make the people say yeahhh, yeahhh, yeahhh She hit the main stage she make the people say yeahhh, (she make the people say) yeahhh, (she make the people
this race that I'm running in, Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against, The race war, when it's us against all of them, They subconsciously low talk
to this race that I'm running in, Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against, The race war, when its us against all of them, They subconsciously low
Uhh.. dear Mr. President Whas happenin? I'm writin you because, s**t is still real f**ked up in my neighborhood Pretty much the same way, right around
He's pining for her In a people carrier There might be buildings and pretty things to see like that But architecture won't do Although it might say
one too I'm trying to get closer but I'm still a million miles from you You took the silver, you took the gold You left me standing out in the cold People
in the Highlands at the break of dawn By the beautiful lake of the Black Swan Big white clouds, like chariots that swing down low Well my heart's in
, all day, all day! He's got people who've been working for fifty years No one asks for more money cuz nobody cares Even though they're pretty low and