Striving for a piece of Lucifer Don't you know it can never be digested ? I've noticed a (certain) lack of demons lately And it really worries me sick
Ihr fetten Schweine sitzt in Bonn und laßt es euch gut gehen Während all die Menschen die euch glaubten vor die Hunde gehn. Ihr habt sie belogen
Ihr fetten Schweine sitzt in Bonnund laßt es Euch gut gehenWährend all die Menschen,die Euch glaubten vor die Hunde gehenIhn habt sie belogenund
Onko parempi antaa olla, kuin yrittA¤A¤ ottaa kiinni kaikista niistA¤ kuvista, jotka ohitse virtaa? Ne parantaa, mut nA¤lkA¤A¤ kasvattaa Kaukana siltA
Her gaze hit the side of mine, so I opened it out To destroy what you thought was difference So I lied to you once again, so I painted over you once again
Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit Feel like a piece of shit
I feel like a piece of shit (a bunch of times, ad nauseam)
I want you, I want you, for everything you do, you do to take a piece. I need you, I need you, 'cause everything you do is right on cue to take a piece
A street in paris in the rain I shoot in black and white a hundred frames I watch your make-up Begin to run You show a strange unease But you're my subject
Another Piece of Red I was reading in New Zealand about Ian Smith I was thinking they were lucky to be rid of that shit. The people here can still believe
from a lost room i write to you hoping i could break through i'd like to find a piece of you in this place coz i miss you sometimes i smell your perfume
You read all headlines of the day n' wonder what these papers want to say with news that only take you away from your own thoughts in new taxes to pay
I got my feelers out, alright Pleasure I can give you pain, yeah I'm the demon of misfortune Let me tell you that bad luck is my game Fire's burning,
(Djavan, 1981) O amor um grande lao Um passo pr'uma armadilha Um lobo correndo em crculo Pra alimentar a matilha Comparo sua chegada Com a fuga de uma
She wasn't expecting anyone to hurt her Least of all her daughter She had always been a good mother But her feet slipped in the mud She took a walk with
What a piece of work is man How noble in reason How infinite in faculties In form and moving how express and admirable In action how like an angel In
Gave you money, bought you things Gave you lovin' without any strings So when you left me, you could have left A little bit of my heart Took you places
Is this what we really want Background music from a restaurant Spare me, it's doing in my head Drop dead gorgeous teen Singing pages from her diary So