We're in trouble all the time You read about us all in the papers We walk around and bump into walls A blind delegation, yeah And we ain't afraid of
For the night that proudly stretched its wings In darkest periods of raging time I sing my verse while my desire clings On sinful arts reveling and sublime
i looked at you with curiostiy but when you looked at me i turned away and i remember when you first spoke to me you told me you didn't want to live
there was a time not long ago when we'd get shit, everywhere we'd go but times have changed and so have we we're creeping up on society stop complaining
Tell me why must a man be of service To his Lord and the Gods seldom high? From the grave sprang the name of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead
Turn back another page Reading the words she sent today Feeling my capsize Gazing at photographs of you Hearing the baby cry Then watching his mother
It's hard for me to comprehend Holding on with broken hands But who will understand Wallow in the acid rain What's in store for us today It's never
I can't dress so I can't dance to disco I can't move and I hate the way my feet go I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show Why can't she
I am a youth that's inclined to ramble To some foreign country, I mean to steer I am loath to part from my friends and comrades And my dear sweetheart
She said, "Good day, boy Are you ready to shake?" I said, "I love noise And this life that it makes" See, I have a line Though it's subject to change
I?m sorry for my mistakes i never meant to break the rules i was such a fool i never knew right and wrong that?s why i?m singing this song to you to all
Should you go looking for a testament to youth in verse, variations on the age old curse, you blame the stations when they play you like a fool and like
My years have come and passed Oh, so fast My time is flying by Relentless I'm senseless Why does it speed up? Inside I heat up Aging and raging because
I could say that it's time, to let you go I could say that, I'm moving on Eighteen years was all I had to hold against my heart I don't know if I can
It's a Tuesday night, I'm sitting in my room all alone 'Til I pick up the phone, and call my friends. I call Jay, he calls Mike, We all know what we wanna
Should you go lookin' for a testament to youth in verse, variations on the age old curse, you blame the stations when they play you like a fool and like
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