I think I've got a problem it just came walking through my door carrying a pillow with clothes laid out all over my floor so I proceed to ask him what
gosh, Joey, look at her butt Its so plump and round She looks like one of those punk rockers girlfriends Well I like big butts and I can not lie You other
I believe in revolution I believe in silent power crawled out with the institution in the witching hour My dreams They can't be all just what I see
Uberall wo du stehst, Uberall wo du gehst, wo du dich gegen den Strom bewegst! Wo du deine Flagge hisst, wo du nicht alleine bist, weil da auch noch
We are scanning the scene In the city tonite We are looking for you To start up a fight There is an evil feeling In our brains But it is nothing new
Tiny tiny, a little faith I bet he played a little, bend the norm Stay still, sit up straight You know you got to concentrate Oh pick it up, and put
My vision is a virtue Until I turn red Just give it up to something Just give it up to something I hide behind a mime's mask One happy, one sad Just
Now he's in an accident He really won't change Change He's in an accident He really won't change Patience is slowly setting On this pitiful evening
street, screaming out loud, but nobody leaves their house. I just really hope to resonate one day. So lets take a walk, And let tonight act the agent
This isn't about that anymore. It's getting hard to get off the floor. But we're gonna try anyways. I call shotgun, and I'm not getting out. Paid
Where theres a well theres a way. Its occupation has me pause what I was gonna say. I let it drain me. Drain me all out Take me and twist my limbs Wring
I was wondering If you thought about those days as much as I? We'd attempt to forget about life, and get on our bikes and ride. And we'd think about
They want answers quick Or else our lives are just this generation's garbage. It doesn't matter if you're scared to death Of mediocrity or banality
me under categories, you're deceived You don't know me I'm not only a surface, a country What you don't know about me is, I'm a Double agent on my mama
agent, monsieur l'agent... Monsieur l'agent, Est'-c' que je vais bientot sortir... De c'carrefour Il y a longtemps, longtemps, longtemps, Monsieur l'agent
ATF felt the steel in their guys cold and real. The DEA were kicking down the back door. The war on drugs will claim one more. In the car the burning
the sky But every single night Before I go to bed I get down on my knees And thank God I'm a secret agent man Secret agent man Secret agent Secret agent
of danger in everyone he meets he sees a stranger with every move he makes another chance he takes odds are you won't live to see tomorrow secret agent man secret agent
