Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Eighties Matchbox B-Line DisasterНазвание : ChickenДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : psychobilly gothic-rock Видео:
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GO Well, in your home she Sent fire through my bones so i I threw all the stones at her I left her in the road goodnight I`ll leave you for the crows, hello Are you friend or foe Hey, theres a monkey in my bed said ed And the universe is turning red I dont know what it was she said Something like `ed is dead` ohhhhh no You`re a wicked woman Under my shoes everything will crawl The places i tread will crumble and fall You never take heed to anything at all Your head`s too big but your minds to small Sounds running through my head Well, in your home she Sent fire through my bones so i I threw all the stones at her I left her in the road goodnight I`ll leave you for the crows, hello Are you friend or foe Goddamn, whatever happened to the man Nobody listens to his words Pretending that you think you know Look out man Its a long way below Under my shoes everything will crawl All the places i tread will crumble and fall You never take heed to anything at all Your head`s too big but your minds to small Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold Hello hello i plucked a chicken cold Hello hello do you hear at all Hello hello hello hello Sounds running through my head Under my shoes everything will crawl The places i tread will crumble and fall You never take heed to anything at all Your head`s too big but your minds to small | Похожие исполнители:
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