Звонок. Кто там? Это вы, мой друг... Не ждал. Приятно... Как раз к обеду. Пальто... Осторожно, тут в стенке крюк! Ай... напоролись, бедный... Хотите
Я начал жизнь в трущобах городских И добрых слов я не слыхал. Когда ласкали вы детей своих, Я есть просил, я замерзал. И увидав меня не прячьте взгляд
Один математик был на конфереции То ли в Винеции, то ли в Флоренции Сделал доклад, все чин по чину Сидит в кабаке дигустирует вина. Тут к нему подбегает
Too close to see so much of love we stopped breathing Sweet history ain't enough to keep my heart beating So many tears for you I sacrificed Too many
How can I tolerate looking you in the eyes? How you've evolved, no tears at heart It's not fair, shouldn't be like this You shouldn't be so com-pulsed
The silent night is keeping me from sleep 2 a.m., I'm running with bare feet Heartbeat racing, I was just sixteen Caught a taxi, hoping I'm not seen So
There's a side of you, could bring on homicide But livin' in a cell changes my view Maybe your automobile could lose it's right front wheel It happens
I was chillin with a bitch n I was noticin she was so sadistic/ Wanted the Ninna to bite on the nipples n twist it/ Suckin me off until she lost all of
Don't give up, it takes awhile I have seen this look before And it's alright, you're not alone If you don't love this anymore I hear that you slipped
Hear him on the radio See him on the news See him on the TV Hear him sing the blues Welcome to his nightmare He's been fit to kill Death my misadventure
We may not have all the answers Oh I know that we can change some of the things that are beyond our control And the vision of us may be blurry But
(kinky friedman) In faded gabardine he used to stand Down by the union station with that ol' hat in his hand. A banjo-pickin' devil, a singin' rag-time
Nobody's safe 'round here, no more Drag this lonely boat from the shore Cut the ropes that bind me To save the ones behind me Nobody's safe 'round here
You're running free at record speed My legs are crushed and my arms they bleed Inside of me turns like a washing a machine While outside I form a smoke
uberall stehen sie und bruten ihre Eier aus Reaktoren aus Stahlbeton schutzen ihre Atomare Brut Technik in Vollendung, doch kann keiner Sie kontrollieren
Mama used to tell me tales 'bout a part of town Where people cry the blues most everyday She said, don't go down there boy You know, love will cut you
And it stretches out again And it seems I didn't win I think I'll rest a while So nice here on the tiles The lights come washing in [Incomprehensible
Know I can afford it M16 to the head drunk punks don't sell themselves all they do, is get drunk That's enough to kill a horse Some day one day but of
