The angel cried, "You bastard!", As we analyzed the accents So look out you rock'n'rollers Over 40 million served and that's a Record for the master
as you step down from the podium Returned from the war to a hero's welcome What's more you just had to win? Blazing new trails, waving goodbye to the
Exploding international, the scenes, the sounds And famously the feeling that you can't squeeze ground While tearing off another page of loose change
water, not the first daughter so I cant see why you're wrestling with words at last, a tradition you've long outclassed. Come true for the new martyrs
Come clean through the waves of debris. The mind's eye is first to go, so hang onto that number like gold. And get thee back to the old truth, July
One holy ghost for a (holy/lonely) girl In the dream she shook then read, I quote, "We're all past elation now" (???) In the school of thought, in
It was crime at the time but the laws we changed 'em Though the hero forgot us for another sane one (??) Introducing for the first time, Phil on the
the how-to guide to become the new face of zero and one. So fall into the new line, hanging off the truth of the times. Parade of sisters through New
Our words move aimlessly through empty city squares, collecting into mobs and angry like their prayers. They breathe the air we fought to leave behind
wild, make believe you are an only child Here are the clothes, please put them on Still to come, a new parade of faith and sparks, the electric version
sound? Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? If not, I won't mind... it can be impractical. So can you tell me why in every version of the
Should you go looking for a testament to youth in verse, variations on the age old curse, you blame the stations when they play you like a fool and like
I stole a page from your book and a line from your page and flew into a lesbian rage Cursing mine and my own rotten luck Another nude descends a staircase
번역: 새로운 포르노. 전동 버전.
as you step down from the podium, returned from the war to a hero's welcome, what's more you just had to win Blazing new trails, waving goodbye to the
bell sound? Would your eyelashes keep all this in time? If not, I won't mind... it can be impractical So can you tell me why in every version of the events
I stole a page from your book and a line from your page, and flew into a lesbian rage Cursing mine and my own rotten luck, another nude descends a staircase
