We got somethin', we both know it, we don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret, all the same, somehow we get around it Oh listen, it don'
I love you once, rock you twice My love's a gun that wants to talk tonight I kiss the lust right from your lips The way it feels will hit you like a blitz
We got somethin' we both know it We don't talk too much about it Ain't no real big secret all the same Somehow we get around it Listen, it don't really
Watching blood stained windows He must just love the pain See the children crying His mother's died again Dig her grave much deeper The fatal price she
When they begin the beguine It brings back the sound of music so tender It brings back a night of tropical splendor It brings back a memory ever green
Like love on the run there will be tomorrows The stars and the sun every beam I'll follow Together we're dancing all night long Together we're dancing
Take a good look inside of me... Season of night took hold of me... Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide away The damage is done, the chaos' dissolving me
[Lyrics by Q. Horatius Flaccus] Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume, labuntur anni nec pietas moram rugis er instanti senectae adferet indomitarque morti;
Grabbed hold of your coat tail But it come off in my hand I reached for your lapel But it weren't sewn on so grand Begged, promised anything If only
Ich habe keinen Namen bin ein fremdes Kind ich weiss nicht mehr woher wir kamen nicht wo wir morgen sind es hA¤ngt an meinen Kleidern noch der Geruch
So war es und so ist es Die stetige Furcht vor dem was vor und hinter diesem Minutenspiel existiert Flucht - die Sucht nach Freiheit ? oder nur die Angst
Du bist meine Freundin so jung und auch so schön und aus diesem Grunde darf vieles nicht geschehn denn du hast Bedenken ich hielt nicht zu dir fragst
There's a rumour flying through the air; Paranoia's creeping everywhere. You're gonna raise a wall - to draw the line. You say you've got your reasons
?Donde vas a parar refugiado que la tierra te quiere matar? ?Quien te ha dado la vida y la risa y la muerte tambien te dara? Asesina conciencia.
Christian Death The Fleeing Somnambulist ectoplasms roam the welcome edges of carnivorous sleep there was a man in a huge, white goats head sweeing through