lives three sheets to the wind We don't care what the papers say Need no false leads to pave the way That ain't the lane we're driving in Our lives three sheets to the wind
번역: 블랙 Halos. 바람이 세 개 시트.
here Oh, what do you say? Seventeen years old She was out with her friends They started drinkin' at some party Till she was three sheets to the wind
, yeah; I'm a beast The pall bearer the one, the two carryin you (3) I'ma be leavin y'all sleep all in them trauma sheets (2) to who buryin you on the count of three
last night No idea how he left, needless to say, perplexed As he looked around the room that he never been in Candles all around the bed, sheets quite
before you hate but I'll be back again You saw me faintly through the crowd but now I'm in the wind Once again Chorus: Eightball and MJG In the wind
Three gypsies stood at the castle gate. They sang so high, they sang so low. The lady sate in her chamber late. Her heart it melted away as snow. They
comin' over me mad cowboy disease, oh yeah Well, I was one line away from scoring a win But I was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind Must've
the side of a hill And I burst in the door and there on the floor frozen to death lay Bill Ice white ice like a winding-sheet sheathing each smoke-grimed
of a g im out here gettin my paper so dont fuck wit me dont fuck around man thats right doin and moving white linen on my tuff tails not an illusion three sheets to the wind
swill Total fucking mind rot Blind drunk and I'm dying to kill So fucking loaded I can't get off the floor Three sheets are to the wind and I'm
Last night I came home again, three sheets to the wind Broke the promise I swore I?d never break And it came as no surprise to see the hurt in her eyes
in my eyes but I'm looking for a harder crystal, I'm feeling for something smoother I'm listening for a starter pistol. three sheets to the wind and
) Two cheeks to the wind, three sheets to set sail Bow in the storm, we'll die on the water My armada, three sheets to set sail Bow in the storm, we'
Now that's what I call decay decline and hard times Hard times, very hard times, Mr. Lindsay, Hard times and winter so croool: you have stopped my watch At the stroke of three
water's edge She rides three sheets to the winds who whispers that I know a girl who's walking on a wire Balanced in the air conditioned Breeze that blows the wind
make our own way. and take what you can give. we've done this before its in the past, this is what we become, so go now. Im three sheets to the wind
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters cut figure-eight twice That's sixteen, uncut, direct from the cold Head on a soul
