didn't know better How can you be so, so [Incomprehensible] How can you be so, so cold How can you be so diabolical How can you be so cold blooded
Are we really as sick as we say we are? Or would we like just to take another day off?
번역: 빅 헤드 토드하고있는 괴물. 냉혹한.
번역: 감기. 내피 헤드.
번역: 데드 헤드. 웰빙 콜드.
'51 Chevrolet Spare change in the sixties, getting worth less every day Now it's piggy banks and gum machines and occasional wishing wells Or laying on a barroom floor, Indian heads
You don?t have to know me To know that something?s wrong Eighteen years later, nothings changed, nothing ever does Everyday just worse than the last
There is no peace within yourself. Only burning spirits in your living hell. Evil works in your favor, but judgement time has come. No saving grace.
turn all my nightmares into wet dreams i'm in a new crib, so big, i'm talkin' town size sippin' somethin' cold, smokin' weed by the pound size yeah i gotta big head
stones I'll dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands Above my head, head, head Like Jesus said I'm gonna dance, dance, dance With my hands, hands, hands Above my head
Oh, disco heaven Oh, disco heaven Get back, bunny It's getting cold in here little honey We got a show to put on your dress Take a minute for us and
admit that I'm everything you're not Yeah I am red, you are blue I'm old school and you're so new But I guess I could forgive you tonight When you're cold
But eating without ya If the truth is you're a liar Then just say that you're okay I'm sleepin' on your side of the bed Goin' out of my head now And
strong, motherfucker So I pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah, bitch, I'ma pick the world up And I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head
head down trying to block you out 'cause I'll never impress you I just wanna feel okay again I'll bet you got pushed around, somebody made you cold
', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on dead bolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day
breeze The sound -- the sound -- Bi-Yo rhythm -- Bi-Yo rhythm The rooster is born a fighter Wears those surgeon blades on his legs Hot blood, cold eyes Headed
she still shine I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team Cold as a winter day, hot
