with a pinch of salt, take it to the taxman Let me back, let me back, I promise to be good Don't look in the mirror At the face you don't recognize
Översättning: Radiohead. En varg Vid dörren.
Översättning: Radiohead. En varg vid dörren (Den flicka. Rag Doll.).
with a pinch of salt Take it to the taxman Let me back let me back I promise to be good Don't look in the mirror At the face you don't recognize Help
t make a sound the wolf's at the door And all your street fighting years won't help you anymore Inside out and upside down And don't make a sound So
a wolf at your door He wants your money, wants your soul A wolf at your door You give it all, he wants more There's a wolf at your door He says he's playin
golden age With belief from the dreams Things will never be the same Don't believe what you read Wasn't really just a dream
She'll be outside my door So tell a preacher, tell a doctor I curse the very day you were born Tell my lawyer to tell a judge that I'm guilty
Bm A Tough Mama, meat shaking on your bones D Bm A I'm gonna take you down to the river and get you stoned. Bm A
to squeeze, I dont need cake to see me with a couple of g's, And i dont need a loan muhfucker im grown, I had a 38 before i had a phone, I stuck niggas
is scratching at my door My morning paper has the scores The human interest stories And the obituary, oh yeah Cradle for a cat, Wolfe looks back How
without a single solitary So when needed for I'll bring it to 'em If you're sailin' catch my drift Lead me to the door, check my list Meet me at the
and rugged, you buckin' off at the straight thuggin' Audio thumpin' and head bumpin' Motherfuckers wanna hear somethin', CD's jumpin' Thumpin' the ground all of a
a good time I know it's hard Makin' a living every day And I know how hard you've been workin' But now it's time to play Tell that wolf waitin' at your door
now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick Bitch I think I'm Jean Wolf A dog nigga, ballin
crack baby, yes. Get back get back boy it's a set back, Clumsy ass niggaz slip and fall into a death trap. Them boys pussy, born without a backbone,
(Chorus)6x Where them boys at? (Where they at) Where them girls at? (There they go) (Master P) Call bugs on the phone Whodi meet me by the dome Daffy
great escape Get a load of me, look at how I'm takin shape And I'm so far ahead of the game, make no mistake Last of the Mohicans, a reverand deacon Minister