't need no brother I've gotta find a mother for my children I've gotta find a mother for my children I've gotta find a mother for my children I don't
번역: 위스 퍼스,. 애들 엄마.
Mass Retain Anderson/Squire My eyes convinced, eclipsed with the younger moon attained with love. It changed as almost strained amidst clear manna from above. I crucified my
The devil came and whisper in her ear See there old lady Look at all you done for that boy and now he about to throws you out the door The mother kept
chewing gum The moon is crescented on both sides While its center remains unseen I can faintly hear my mother calling me Or is that my sister singing
empty time is slipping away--so prepare your excuses for the Judgement Day. Court is now in session--Mother Nature presides, The jury are our children
I will let you see with my words I will let you burn and observe But where I go you can only follow So close your eyes, open your mind and see Somewhere
s done is done, more than enough to put my name behind my ideals, and neglect my logic twice daily. enough to keep me looking for my lucy in the sky
closer She approached me and put a knowing hand on my shoulder And booked my feelings Cause she looked at me in a way that adults very seldom look at children
from the sky, Something broke inside my heart today, Christmas presents on the day she died. Crippled dreams are never mentioned, Broken things that never heal, Mother said for
(chorus) I want a simple life Like my mother One true love for my older years I don't want your wars To take my children I want a simple life?while I'
fill Howling endlessly and shrilly at the dawn And I lost the taste for judging right from wrong For my flesh had turned to fur, yeah And my thoughts
'll whisper these few final thoughts in your ear They may be my last, for my vision grows dim And my breath comes in gasps, cold as ice is my skin From
heaven, where my kids can run As I turn off the cable and put my babies to bed I kiss 'em goodnight and I whisper under my breath Dream on, children
For the wind cries of late In the whispering leaves And the sun will turn to waste The heavens we build above Father, teach your children To treat our mother
I'm there [Boone] So whistle down the wind, for I have always been right there Ma sang it better! (spoken by Poor Baby) [Swallow] Howl at the stars, whisper
eyes, in his far away eyes The smell of the wax on the wooden floor Mixture of polish and soap No children to fear or to play with Rows of empty hooks for
I want a simple life, like my mother One true love for my older years I don?t want your wars to take my children I want a simple life while I?m here
