You don't need me You just wanna bleed me, So take out your dagger and cut me free, cut me free, cut me free, Hey, you don't love me girl, you just try
Prepare for crash landing Prepare for crash landing And the cold concrete and my warm bed A thousand tons of falling lead Prepare for crash landing Prepare for crash landing
You don?t need me You just wanna bleed me, So take out your dagger and cut me free, cut me free, cut me free, Hey, you don?t love me girl, you just try
let in every crash landing It's nearly 2 AM, You can keep knocking or let the doorbell ring If I let you in, I let in every crash landing It's nearly
Översättning: Jimi Hendrix. Crash Landing.
Översättning: Rustik övertoner. Crash Landing.
Översättning: Spocks Beard. Slow Crash Landing Man.
: You don?t need me You just wanna bleed me, So take out your dagger and cut me free, cut me free, cut me free, Hey, you don?t love me girl, you just
It's a morning full of innocence as the day defeats the night and the sun shines down like a gift from God and the world is new and bright. The moment
She's drawing pictures of herself and giant-size men in a Liliput world. She knows some stories, but never tells of all her haunted adventures. Because
No more Cigars from Cuba, oppression in East Timor, sedition in Zimbabwe, dollar crisis in New York. Skinhead thugs out on the streets in London and
What is it? Sounds like a hit, keeps buzzing round my head. Brings a swing to your hips, a smile to your lips, but it makes me see red. It's good when
I am he as you are he As you are me and we are all together See how they run like pigs from a gun See how they fly I'm crying Sitting on a cornflake
Breaking rocks in the hot sun I fought the law and the law won I fought the law and the law won I needed money 'cause I had none sun I fought the law
Another boring Saturday in another boring week, I needed something to wake me up and make my life complete. I had some stuff I'd been saving for a special
Whispering voices in my head, sounds like they're calling my name. A heavy hand is shaking my bed, I'm waking up and I feel the strain. I'm feeling
You're sitting in your high castle looking down at us. Sure that we'll be happy slaves, who'll never make a fuss. There's a reverential silence as millions
