Волынки и Web.
Ничего общего! Почти...

Money

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 09.10.2012

Money!
All for money!
Save your money!
Hide your money!
Stuff your money!
Hump your money!
Keep your money!
All for money...!

Waning patience,
Peoples appetite,
Disposition,
This possession,
Dispossessed from all the attractions,
Dancing bears of eroticism,
Self-absorbed delusion,
Inclusion of dysfunction,
I now await the triumphant,
Lost baggage, train station...

The causes of ineptitude,
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude,
Can be traced to the tyranny of...

Money!
All for money!
Make your money!
Hide your money!
Stuff your money!
Hump your money!
Save your money!
All for money...!

My final surrender,
Away from inclusion,
I now await the triumphant,
Left baggage, train station...

The causes of ineptitude,
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude,
Can be taced to the tyranny of a down,
The causes of ineptitude,
Can be traced to my mandatory down,
The causes of my servitude,
Can be traced to the tyranny of...

Money!
All for money!
Make your money!
Hide your money!
Stuff your money!
Hump your money!
Save your money!
All for money!

Money, money, money, money...


Похожие новости.


My Dilemma

My Dilemma

[Selena Gomez - Verse 1] You make me so upset sometimes I feel like I could lose my mind The conversation goes nowhere Cause you never gonna take me there And I know what I



Schwarzwaldklinik

Schwarzwaldklinik

Babys ertrinken in Waschmaschinen, tote Omas klopfen an ihren Sarg. Sch?ler, die auf dem Schulweg erfrieren, ein Gehirnchirurg, der aus dem Jenseits sprach. Erh?ngt mit einem Fahrradschlauch, vom Kuchenessen Herzinfarkt. Die BILD fand ziemlich schnell heraus, dass



You’ll Never Love Me Now

You’ll Never Love Me Now

YOU'LL NEVER LOVE ME NOW (Merle Haggard) « © '68 Tree Publishing, BMI » Admitting you're to blame won't heal my wounded pride It's too late to be ashamed I've already stepped aside Just let



Романс О Слезе

Романс О Слезе

Dezmond: Я видел сон - он был реален, Услышал птицы крик - он душу рвал. Твой облик ясен, но печален Вслед за собою в неизвестность звал. Я понимал, что недостоин, Когда связала наши души нить, Я не



Cliquot

Cliquot

A plague in the workhouse A plague on the poor now I feed on my drum 'til I'm dead Yesterday, fever Tomorrow, St. Peter I'll feed on my drum until then What melody will lead my




Нет комментариев

Комментариев нет.

Извините, обсуждение на данный момент закрыто.