Maybe you might have heard But no one spoke a word The day the planet cried The day the music died Each day another dream Killed by the music scene All
Fight, something's different Hate, something's different Fight, something's different Hate, something's gotta change I guess hate is dead or At least
From the dust of which I came To dust I return again From my mother I am torn With my brothers off the war We escape before the dawn Try to outrun the
New York City, Hollywood, Philadelphia, New Orleans Cincinatti, San Francisco, Detroit City, Albequerque Reno, Tuscon, Dallas, El Paso Tulsa, Vegas, Denver
An old man cuts his face But not because the razor's dull It's from his hands shaking From the lack of what he's taking Not like an old man's memories
Freedom, justice, power of reason Peace, opportunity, compassion, equal equality These are the things we need The same stars shine on everyone We're
Dig in the trash, there's nothing to eat Sores on my tongue, sores on my feet Open the fridge, there's only pickles and beer Breakfast of champions, only
Locked in battle hardened Deep despair and doubt A gaggle of grenades with All the pins pulled out A dog bit my hand, I'm crawling on the ground Asking
I'm the demon, you can trust me I'm the demon, as you can see I'm the demon, for you are free You'll be safe if you listen to me Just a taste is all
Don't wanna talk about it Don't wanna read about it Don't wanna hear about it Don't wanna see about it Something's funny about a medical physician Me
All I need's a highway sign to destinate my life Play all night and drive all day, my job, and it's my wife Once you get to going, there ain't no turning
Traduction: MD.45. Journée la musique est mort.
Traduction: MD.45. Designer Behavior.
Traduction: MD.45. Coeurs va saigner.
Traduction: MD.45. Motel Hell.
Traduction: MD.45. Combattre la haine.
Traduction: MD.45. Voices.
Traduction: MD.45. Cantonnier.
