need more power to hold the line The strength of darkness still abides Must be hell living in the world Living in the world like you Must be hell
We've got trouble, that's for sure We've got millions unemployed Some kids can't write, some kids can't read Some kids are hungry, some overeat Well..
need more power to hold the line The strength of darkness still abides Must be hell living in the world Living in the world like you Must be hell living
Traduction: Rolling Stones. It Must Be Hell.
: We've got trouble, that's for sure We've got millions unemployed Some kids can't write, some kids can't read Some kids are hungry, some overeat Well
ll get in the do, ?°I did it?± Shoo-bee-doo's and all Watchin' the grass around A rollin' round to good old passion rock'n'roll I'll be here in the early
angry teenagers Whom if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap Maybe raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Grace the cover of Rolling Stone
it, hit it? Hit it, hit it, hit it, hit it! The do re, the mi phi, the sol la, the Tito Rocking it, rocking it, yes he is rocking it Tito, rocking it
t be a stepping stone To any kind of bullshit throne Girl you smoking cigarettes Rancid poison on your breath Taste yourself you smell like death To love you I must
: Mm . . . I think that uh . . . Phyllis: It's so nice to be here with a monster finally . . . Don: It must be uh, her mother and father probably told
was rolling blindly on The daylight had not gone She washed her hair among the stones And saw what was to come All this will pass There will be
crowd be jumpin On my pride it blows like a chemical combustion My real name's Dustin, I spit these customs AKA D-Loc, E-Loc's little cousin Don't be
you can say that Poppa was a Rolling Stone But me I'm just a victim of the plague of the broken home Another sad face with the sickness Daddy must die
