Översättning: Kings Of Leon. Min tredje huset.
Översättning: Kottonmouth Kings. In Da House.
this house We're gonna rock, gonna rock, rock this house We're gonna rock, gonna rock, rock this house We're gonna rock, gonna rock, rock this house We're gonna rock, rock this house
An english house could never be warm when autumn has waned and winter is born single glazed windows won't keep the draft away for long watching birds
How many souls will it take How many necks will you break I say, how many bones can I waste In that little old shape I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar
gettin by high playin our songs The Kottonmouth Kings is in the house tonight you know the Kottonmouth Kings is in the house tonight. Yeah we in the house
: How many souls will it take How many necks will you break I say, how many bones can I waste In that little old shape I say, hey, I'm sober from a bar
: An english house could never be warm when autumn has waned and winter is born single glazed windows won't keep the draft away for long watching birds
: I'd been riding hard most of the night, wooded ravines on a mountain side My horse was getting tired... and so was I Up there the moon was full, down
: Upon the Cross he did not die, they tortured him, but he survived Smuggled across the open sea, to Southern France, tranquility There he married Magdalene
love, am I really not alone? Nights of heavenly sin, in the House of God, I found... true love Nights of heavenly sin, in the House of God, I found...
: So many tears in my eyes, I have to look away How can I say the word, that never should be said I lay my broken heart to rest, and so I set you free
: Help... help... can anybody help me now? Help... help... my mind is lying on the ground I don't know, I just don't know if I'm still alive I see the
: Down into the dark I go, armed with just a candle and then my soul Cryptic messages written on the floor Rats are nibbling at my feet, I send one off
: There he was that little man, sitting by the altar...
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: Again I'm so alone, the wine is pouring down No one to share with, no one to care with The only light in my life Comes from the candlelight, black
King Diamond] 1932, North of Baton Rouge Louisiana nights are darker than before Along the Mississippi, that is where it is The old colonial house, a