Disciples of obsolete and unthinkable commerce scrawled in Etruscan language Dependents on not yet synthesized drugs People of the black market of the
Who, oh yeah, alright Awesome So awesome S-s-so awesome Like tattered sails The shreds of my heart In your fingernails Open my mouth But I can't get
She told me that I was lame With her middle finger in my face Wont waste her time with such a loser So now I wallow in regret Wanna do something right
Don't start a band Nobody wants to hear, nobody understands Don't start a band You'll be so disappointed that it was nothing like you planned Don't start
This is the Last Show I will ever play with you this is the end of what you put me through the Last Show i will ever play with you this is the end of
Fourteen minutes and fifty-nine seconds Into our fifteen minutes of fame When the luck runs out I won't wonder who's to blame Because nobody said they
[Originally by Tracy Chapman] Don't you know They're talkin' bout a revolution It sounds like a whisper Don't you know They're talkin' about a revolution
i know you feel like a whore working for a dream that isn't even yours pleasing everybody but yourself wouldn't you rather be somewhere else with someone
This is not a song about the one that got away This is not a song about the girl who didn't love me Once again I have made somebody cry Once again, once
Fire I'm gonna say it like I mean it We've let this go on to long You know I'm starting to believe it That all together we could be strong I won't name
The old days were no fun Im not sorry that they're gone I don't miss them and I won't miss them and it was always wrong Everything I've ever done From
I hate music, I hate that scene I hate my records, I hate CDs I hate everyone at shows and I hate that Rock and Roll 'Cause I know that machine sucked
We hate it when our friends become successful We hate it when our friends become successful Oh, look at those clothes Ah look at that face, it's so cold
I wrote this song about you I wrote this song about you Just to let you know that I hate your guts And I think you suck I wrote this song about you I
think i know itc?? much too late wish i wasnc?? so afraid going under slowly day by day... think itc?? darker than before think ic?? closer to the floor
insieme a te e fiorito. Tanti auguri a te, chi lo sa perche, Tanti auguri a te, non e il tuo compleanno e non so dove sei. Tanti auguri a lei, che ora
l?amore c?e. Com?e bello far l?amore da Trieste in giu com?e bello far l?amore io son pronta e tu... tanti auguri, a chi tanti amanti ha tanti auguri
Are ameo Are omen sore Are doriu sore Legane diato Peru sero Legone dia mise Ameno diu soliva Ameu devono rera Devo carime Ario Peru sero Domi santo