Every Time I Die - A Gentlemans Sport | Текст Иностранной Песни
Vague men tied to a stake, gather round your little ones Feast your eyes, steady your aim behold We hit shore dragging miles of verse Poisoned food on the line, well we're
Every Time I Die - For The Record | Текст Иностранной Песни
God knows I've longed to feel something but now's not the time I'm caught up in the heartless disorder of a Friday night Focused on staying distracted until I lose
Every Time I Die - Shallow Water Blackout | Текст Иностранной Песни
Neuron flash in fifty watts Pinpointing to the streetlight limbo Told me it was chemistry Why I behave like this? Why I move in misdirected impulse And speak in
Every Time I Die - Here's Lookin' At You | Текст Иностранной Песни
Staring at a ghost across a table set for two This is the last call before the credits roll The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol it's so seductive
Every Time I Die - After One Quarter Of A Revolution | Текст Иностранной Песни
Cleaned up a mess I'm in, now I am born again Naked, spotless motion without strings I've flushed the filth to the sea, the limbs and sharp debris But if that water rises
Every Time I Die - The New Black | Текст Иностранной Песни
Baby, you got me all wrong And maybe I'm not all down and out I'm high and I'm in Don't you know who I am? I'm the jaded one with pop
Every Time I Die - Pigs Is Pigs | Текст Иностранной Песни
Oh Lord I am saved Judge says I am fit to swing 'Bout time I have prayed My woman just might wear my ring Oh you know I'm no good You know I'm no
Every Time I Die - INRIhab | Текст Иностранной Песни
I tied the devil to the tracks (Can you hear the train coming?) I served him papers with a seal from the governor The spoiler throwing voices The vapors that they
Every Time I Die - Moor | Текст Иностранной Песни
Pay no mind to the stranger in the 4 a.m. He's not the one we know and he knows I slept through the war you waged with him for a little bit Until he cracked your bones and
Every Time I Die - Emergency Broadcast Syndrome | Текст Иностранной Песни
I hate this city Reposition the phantom rigged, reflective tape Situated like a makeshift antenna, grinning like tinfoil We're losing reception, we can't pick up