Někdo říká, že zníme jako britský 70s, jinej zas, že zníme jak z prdele.
A abyste věděli, co přesně se nám z těch našich 70kovejch prdelí, konkrétně z té Paulieho, line, tak tu pro vás a vaše matky máme lyrics k songům
Can´t wait
Everyday is rusty
like an anvil in the dark
like the horseshoes on the dusty ground
like cage of silent lark
and the servants in the kitchen
preparing the fancy meal
while the worms are digging in their flesh
where god´s whip left the weal
They just can´t wait till they let you
They just can´t wait till they let you
They just can´t wait till they let you...
GO!
On the crossroad of the evenings
in the garden with no lights
i dwell again and feel no pain
prepared for all that comes
and your stare is blank your move is squeezed
and the servants let you wait
till they catch your voice upon a breeze
then pretend it´s not too late
They just can´t wait till they let you
They just can´t wait till they let you
They just can´t wait till they let you...
GO!
(you are)
Just a coincidence is what you are
Evil little things
I tell you something,
glory days rarely come back to you
Choose between your ugly soul,
and urge to follow through
Life is something that we simply get
not to want it is not to fall
So what´s the difference between you and me
and evil little things that in the darkness crawl (óóó)
Ref: Got something for me?
I´ll take it.
Is it just a dream?
I dont care
The only way is the way of denial
And when you realize you´re always there.
I tell you something nowadays
is drowning in entropy
handshake means less than it should
cuz it´s down between you and me
We build our gardens warm and clean
like the statues in the sand
it looks so fine and it shines so bright
that through the beams we cannot see our promised land (óóó)
The Fall
The grace with you is just to fall
what´s there to one who has it all
i know you need no tommorows
what comes just comes and then it goes
ref: I swear i´d love to do the same
it all ends up out of the frame
and is there something left to say
who´s there to judge you anyway
what´s more than this the inner fight
through every day and every night
cuz when i see you i hate you so
but than i hate to see you go
ref.
what´s more than this the inner fight
through every day and every night
cuz when i see you i hate you so
but than i hate to see you go
ref.
Beneath your skin
Inside your mind there is a shrine
where you sacrifice your time
where beneath your skin you hide your sins
When the knocks upon your door
you´ve nowhere left to go
eyes are shining red, beneath your bed
Ref: Moon and ugly dreams
is your company
no longer can you trust what your eyes see (2x)
After all it´s in your eyes,
things that you have sacrificed
only the sour grapes is your escape
Looking for someplace to go,
watching the wind as it blows,
your hands get cold
as your soul´s getting old
ref
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