's all about survival now To switch places, you Da Hol' 9 now They paid just to marinate us in the pot And while ask more people in the club in the spot
of hell A little flavor of the pain that you gave me A little taste of hell All the trouble you have put me through It will come back to you With the taste of hell
Get out This house is burning And no one who lives here feels loved here. There?s nothing worth your children learning, Just how to persevere through
this time? Believe me I?ve got my reasons why Who?s the victim this time? You say you can?t help yourself Maybe you?ll find sympathy fin hell Who?s the
After all this time, I never thought that we could be this way again. Hour long past midnight calls And messages sent at 3 A.M. It?s true some memories
You?re always questioning what I?ve become Saving everything I think is dumb And how I?m living my life like a fugitive on the run From any sense of
s revealed here to believe in As other sleep, they?re peacefully dreaming I stare at plasterboard, silently screaming When the morning comes, there?ll be hell
reason or rhyme Reaching for the bottle Night after night This is what?s become of what I call a life Drink the darkness in to snuff out the light Halfway to hell
I've been searching for a getaway a get out clause - a safe escape route if i could shape myself to fit the mould i would break it just to pass through
[music by Andrea Buratto, Davide Moras, Andrea Piccardi, Federico Pennazzato; lyrics by Andrea Buratto] In these days you're feeling broken down Feels
train of fun'n'games is leaving it's heading straight for Daydream Boulevard [chorus] Hey girl - together on the road to hell - the both of us under
[music by Davide Moras, Andrea Burato, Andrea Piccardi, Frederico Pennazzato; lyrics by Davide Moras] Don't like it easy, and I'll never will I never
[Cover of Sam Cooke's "Another Saturday Night"] I got in town a month ago I seen a lot of girls since then If I could meet 'em I could get 'em But as
I can hear my whisper in this room so cold I can hear my heartbeat that is knocking on the door Rain upon this place, shadows dance with pain Uh empty
[music by Davide Moras, Andrea Burato, Andrea Piccardi, Frederico Pennazzato; lyrics by Davide Moras] [chorus] I won't take it there is no evidence
's been kickin' 2000 years He's fixed a lot of sports and drank a million beers Some ecstasy, a thin white line He says designer drugs beat the hell out
, hello friend Hello girl, things were better from the day You came into my life And everything I need to know is in your eyes, hello girl And hello
Una paloma blanca Hello Amsterdam my name is Fernando Hello Amsterdam I bet you've seen my kind before Another sad tourist with his eyes rolling in his