Ной сука, ной, ной!Ной сука, ной, ной! ну что ты хочешь малыш, уйди ты мне не нужна. ну что ты сука орёшь, не ты орать щас должна. ну что ты хочешь скажи
There's a boy with his head pressed up to the window Of a bus headed out of town His breath on the glass, he draws with his finger Map of the roads they
We like, fuck a hush on the bus that rush acting mad dumb singing bum-stiggedy bump plus we was mad young, I remember acting a fool we laughing at the
Kick off your shoes, throw away your blues You paid your dues, Noah Summer is here, why interfere Go drink a beer, Noah You must realize that you need
Not everyone can relate to what you and I appreciate Not everyone can relate to what you and I appreciate To what you and I appreciate Noah is a cowboy
I've got a home in that rock Don't you see (don't you see) I've got a home in that rock Don't you see I've got a home in that rock Just beyond the
You must be leaving You win a prize for that For telling lies like that So well that I believed it And never felt cheated You were the chosen one The
Watch the water flow Underneath the rainbow Everyone is gone away It don't have to come some other time The sky is changin' I can hear the singin' Clouds
Oh yes! Lets go to that new place, with a name a bit like that place, where the famous get so out of their face, they die of fatal cocktails all chemically
How the lights have long gone out The town is sound asleep Like omens underneath the moon The waves crash on the beach The restless clouds are circling
( Chor ) Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord Noah found grace in the eyes of the Lord and he landed high
Many were the lifetimes Of the son of Noah's brother See his coat the ragged Riches of the soul
[Music:Rettke/Paeth/Hunecke - Words: Rettke] [Vocal intro:] A lonely room A covered world The sun is drifting slowly A dead end street Behind the walls
I am conflicted, traveling the path of the soul, so gifted Still unable to break the mold I lifted the veil and still could not see Insisted my existence
Isa likes brandy and the way it hits her lips She's a rock 'n' roll survivor with pendulum hips She's got deep brown eyes That've seen it all Working
Oh, well, the world never seemed bigger Than the summer of '98 Living out in the suburbs Plotting my escape I grew my hair to my shoulder Formed a band
Looking through the photos you find in my drawer Laughing so hard, you're rolling around on the floor At all the bad haircuts and smoking cigarettes A
Well, he used to be somebody and now he's someone else Took apart his old life, left it on the shelf Sick of being someone he did not admire Took up all