Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: butthole surfersНазвание : Dracula From HoustonДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : alternative punk psychedelic noise rock rock alternative punk psychedelic noise rock rock Видео:
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Got no future, great big past Little bitty guy on the rim of my glass. Gotta meet the plane, so I can get my monkey Teach him to be cool but a little bit funky. Got no credit, and I got no fear, and I got about a buck so I can buy a beer. Gotta see a doctor `bout the words I`ve said. and I gotta get a bike and gotta paint it red. Oh no, we gotta go, we`re not gonna live forever Why, why, we gotta die? You know that will be together Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior You don`t have to be there вЂ?cause I`m never, never, never comin` home Three feet deep in a slow motion brick I was walkin` the walk and I was talkin` to the best I was wrinkled and shriveled and steppin` out of line Put the end against the moon and losing every time I was venous and heinous and crippled and sad Thought I was invincible, the baddest of the bad Then I woke up one morning, and I stepped out of bed Had to get a bike, had to paint it red Oh no, we gotta go, we`re not gonna live forever Why, why, we gotta die? You know that will be together Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior I know that you`ll miss me but I`m never, never, never comin` home Crazy (I`m crazy, I wanna tell you that I`m crazy) Janis E. and Kurtis Mayfield, Leslie Gore with Dallas Sassoon How you think I, How you think I, How you think I take it Said, how you think I take it when I hear all about it Where will he go and where`s the brain Este noche, enchillada, in Chicago ni por nada Oh no, we gotta go, we`re not gonna live forever Why, why, we gotta die? You know that will be together Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior You don`t have to be there вЂ?cause I`m never, never, never comin` home Starin` with disbelief out at the gloom, I was forced with remorse to learn the bassoon I got real good in about six years, started playing it for a couple of beers The one day I was playin` at the gig and in walked the monkey with a couple of funky friends He came right over and said “this is what you`ll do, you`re gonna get a bike, you`re gonna paint it blue.” Oh no, we gotta go, we`re not gonna live forever Why, why, we gotta die? You know that will be together Hey, hey we gotta say, I could never be a savior I know that you`ll miss me but I`m never, never, never comin` home | Похожие исполнители:
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