Thursday night, everything's fine Except you've got that look in your eye When I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring You're thinking of something
CHORUS Baby, now that I've found you I can't let you go I'll build my world around you I need you so Baby, even though you don't need me You don't need
Why do you build me up (build me up) Buttercup, baby Just to let me down (let me down) and mess me around And then worst of all (worst of all) you never
Whoop, whoop, whoop Back Not a single bit Not a bit Taste it Face it, yeah Face it, yeah, yeah If you really got it You ride it and go Whoop, whoop If
Breaking my spirit with your every step expecting something I get... nothing your lies... ENOUGH your lies promises will come back to you your broken
So many words, so little truth, hate pumps through my scarred veins just barely healed. Torn apart...again. Our bleeding hearts and desicated veins solicit
I've got to get myself together, yeah Can't afford to let my faith go, you know Whenever Jah sun comes shining And my sisters are all smiling No one is
Is sanity far away? Do we want to kill ourselves, from the path we've strayed. But we move on with more dying day to day. Isanity foundations we lay,
See me leanin' on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar Feelin' good 'cos the city's alive I'm gettin' ready to rock and jive I get up slide across the
Justify, as if it were our right to say Now decide, which liar you trust and which one chose our fate Fed in time as a choice we think we're making It
(Quenya and Dwarvish) Mettanna(Q) Irkat-lukhud ma katabrikihu Ulfat-atam ma tanakhi uduhu bin-nat aznan tarsisi Bazar udu agani-furkhin Gurd! Ma nid
Words by Philippa Boyens, translated into Quenya by David Salo, music by Howard Shore Quenya Cuiva Olorin Narendur Tira nottolya Tulta tuolya An mauya
You gotta see me leanin' on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar [jug ?] Feelin' good 'cos the city's alive I'm gettin' ready to rock and jive I get
Trading places, on this sphere that we've abused, using our minds as weapons in our war against you, whoever needs, Whoever holds it dear, We're broke
Justify, as if it were our right to say Now decide, which liar you trust and which one chose our fate Fed in time as a choice we think we?re making It
Tercüme: AC / DC. Shake Your Vakıflar.