In my town, there's a piece of hell A little dig called The Chess Hotel You can move on in and be a small town slave Or you can get out now if you're
Prevod: Elms. Šah Hotel.
A tight little tee shirt everybody likes, You come from the country to dance away the night. It isn't that your mama wouldn't be proud, It's only that
I've been working on the land, hon - sun got to me. Think I may be dying. Bring me your tea. Sheep in the thicket, fruit on the tree. I work 'till I'
You know, I can't forget what I saw the last - The bright red dress or the yellow sash. The cold blew in with the past the day I left my body and never
I got places we can go. There will be no-one around. There's a bridge over the river at the edge of the town Where there's nothing? they can hear. There
She's a killer. A real cold killer. She'll drive you out to the back just to kiss -- And attack your will! She's a monster? A real soft winner. Her heart
time! Don't you finish your prime! Give your all and a dime 'till you're shining. Get on out of the Chess Hotel. If you escape alive, you're doing well. The Chess Hotel
He looks in the mirror, and flexes and shaves, And his mind says he's cut, and he's tall, and he's brave. He wears cologne to the spa, and a tie to the
In this town, when it rains There are years that wash off towers and the trains. And the splashing sounds like laughing As it rolls and it slides off
I've been talking to myself 'bout the greatness coming? Greatness coming my way! I've been crying to myself 'bout the old man dying? Taking his soul
I am the world. I'm the boys and the girls. I'm the dads on the grind, paying rent, punching time. I'm the guy on TV, saying, Jesus is near I'm the man
Please, just deliver me peace and a chance to stay. It ain't even closure I need, it's a recovery. Well, I'd sink in the water or cry at the altar -
I've been wrong from the beginning. If you've been losing while I've been winning, Then I've been wrong from the beginning. I sit by the river. Got
There's a rip, like a hole In the heart, in the soul Of the man who wants nothing to do with love. There's a good, like a hope That you could never