Glassjaw - Match book black book
Tekst :
Another notch on her bed post,In blood red.
Feel me.
Taste me.
Warm..
Me with your tounge of fire.
Use..
This body.
Warm..
Me with your tounge of fire.
Use..
This body.
Lie to me as you lie with me..
In my head.
Feel me.
Taste me.
Warm..
Me with your tounge of fire.
Use..
This body.
Warm..
Me with your tounge of fire.
Use..
This body.
Devil addictions.
More secrets exposed.
Another bedpost notch.
Burn me with the tounge of fire.
Take this body.
Taste this body.
Lie with another..
Mostly each other.
Lie with another..
Mostly each other.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
American way
I m living in the USA and I don t care
For the buy it, package it, sell it
Make it shine make it shine
You ll get a bigger piece of the market share
If you wave the American flag
It s the spirit of the dollar not the USA
It s a sign of...
For the buy it, package it, sell it
Make it shine make it shine
You ll get a bigger piece of the market share
If you wave the American flag
It s the spirit of the dollar not the USA
It s a sign of...
Vanity fair
Walking strolling down
Down the gallery of memory
Pictures painted there
And it hangs on the wall
Calling out to me
Down the corridor to the left
Pilgrim walk away
Just walk away
Pilgrim beware of Vanity Fair
Pilgrim beware
Down the gallery of memory
Pictures painted there
And it hangs on the wall
Calling out to me
Down the corridor to the left
Pilgrim walk away
Just walk away
Pilgrim beware of Vanity Fair
Pilgrim beware
1 2 3
WALZHI
WALZHI
With the moment right
future s bright
Just another red light
As I do
swichin to
some Dee-Jay s playing too tight
In my own room
late afternoon
I lay down to think it all out
I m the man
follow my plan to, to a place...
WALZHI
With the moment right
future s bright
Just another red light
As I do
swichin to
some Dee-Jay s playing too tight
In my own room
late afternoon
I lay down to think it all out
I m the man
follow my plan to, to a place...
Wonderchild
Let me love you
Let me be around
I promise you, I won t make a sound
Cause the wind is blowing hard you see
We ll take a ride just you and me
Let s go down to the south of France
Let me be around
I promise you, I won t make a sound
Cause the wind is blowing hard you see
We ll take a ride just you and me
Let s go down to the south of France
Gypsy Joe and me
We might have slept in a rail yard or camped by the river bank
We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land
And quenched our thirst with rain
We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet
Life just had no pattern for...
We fed ourselves from the fruit of the land
And quenched our thirst with rain
We never did allow no roots to grow beneath our feet
Life just had no pattern for...