cammino lento i passi si fanno piu insicuri nuvole cariche di dubbi sono sopra di me terra e cielo si avvicinano sprofondo e contemporaneamente mi avvicino
Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Soy un perdedor I'm a loser, baby So why don't you kill me? Hey I am, I am, I am I said I
Basically, can't fuck with me I came to bring the pain hardcore from the brain Let's go inside my astral plane Find out my mental's based on instrumental
Oh, you got to have friends, The feeling's oh so strong. You got to have friends To make that day last long. Had some friends, but they're gone, Somethin
Lord, it's been a long, long time and people don't you find Always leave their troubles at your door I, I live on my own, I don't need a bitter soul Beatin
I didn't know my mama That she had a son like me, oh no, he baby I say I didn't know my mama, no, no I didn't know she had a son like me Oh baby, baby
Hi Don?t you know that every song starts with an intro Quiet ?til the middle, then picks up and moves on Don?t you know that every song starts with an
How can you be so evil, baby And still say you aren't How can you be so evil, baby And still say you aren't You're such an evil woman I'm afraid to close
Are you burning, little candle? High upon the Christmas tree Symbol of a new beginning Faith and hope and sweet release Remind us of the children's faces
Oh, they don't understand No oh, mmm mmm uh oh They say, we're just playin' games That it isn't real but its what we feel, oh yeah And they say, it doesn
believe that alternative is dead I used to be a grunge-rocker man Corporate greed has choked the scene Making it all dumb and trendy I believe that alternative
'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud I come in from the wilderness, a creature void
Sixty-nine was [Incomprehensible] wine Have a good time, what's your sign Float up to the roundhouse On a Sunday afternoon In seventy we all agreed A
Sick of people, no ones real Sick of chicks, they're all bitches Sick of you, you're too hip Sick of life, it sucks Suicide's an alternative Sick of
alternative anymore 'Cause I don't believe that something to be fightin' for So I sing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah today Sing hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah today And I don't want to be alternative
Carried through the road so far alone Days glue themselves to what is wrong And soon the hills will swallow us up Plans will pass her Land on the
do you remember lying on the ground you were smart and spooky we rented a car and left our bands and drove outside the city I remember the view it
