of a nightmare War & peace, you're walking just straight on the edge War & peace, you're dying in war, but you even can't live in peace You gun down
Traduction: Running Wild. Guerre Et Paix.
a nightmare War & peace, you're walking just straight on the edge War & peace, you're dying in war, but you even can't live in peace You gun down your
... As Wall Street goes, so goes the nation. And here's a look at the closing numbers ? racism's up, human rights are down, peace is shaky, war items
The ladies on the corner are selling their bodies, and everybody wants a part in that party I'm hanging out tough, rocking late at night, running wild
nose blowned off by the fifth, uh You wanna be there, layin' all stiff, uh Every time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh That's karma, boy, running your
awoke that evening with the smell of wood-smoke clinging Like a gentle cobweb hangin' upon a painted teepee He went to see his chieftain with his war
Sometimes, I think about Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild I've been searching For the dolphins in the sea Sometimes
With wild things that make Maurice Syndek question his early works But no hostages no promises Out the claw of corporate cogs and sprockets Now clogs off grommets Running
since our plastic priest class Had a goddamned thing to say I was a lover before this war I was a lover before this war I was a lover before this war
a natural meal that's untampered with Landing in the wheelchair, lamping poppa tracks about chef Pants sagging off his ass, little children running wild
that a multitude of black birds was circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation
Sometimes I think About Saturday's child And all about the times When we were running wild I've been a searching For the dolphins in the sea Oh, but
Sometimes I think about Saturday's child And all about the times when we were running wild I've been out searching for the dolphins in the sea Ah, but
I'm going in Uh... Why you running with those lames that's tapped out AOTP is front line with they macs out And we don't rumble no more we comin' for war
