Översättning: Kungen Sisters. Hut Sut Song.
Crucio, Avada Kedavra Blood all over the walls CHORUS Voldy is our King, Voldy is our King That?s why the pure-bloods all sing Voldy is our King. Voldy is our King
Where it grows on trees But never blooms Where it hurts the least for whoever Saw it first First to go and the last to know Lasts longer than a lifetime
LOVE FOR THE LAST TIME by Carole King Seems funny now to think of how I call you up to talk about all the little things that were in my mind You
Oh just let me hold you baby I'm trying to forget about the past Yes, let me hold you baby I'm trying to forget about the past Yes, I know you've had
Get some crunk in yo system (See) Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right) Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas) Get some crunk
Get some crunk in yo system (See) Get some crunk in yo system (It like this right, yeah) Get some crunk in yo system (I done seen them niggas) Get some
I sure had a wonderful time last night Least wise they tell me I did I sure had a wonderful time last night Really blew my lid Went to a party, I recollect
auf dieser katastrophengeilen Welt wurden Millionen Wecker gestellt. Und morgens um 5 hingen sie vorm Fernsehbild in der Hoffnung heut' wird original gekillt. Gleich kommt der Gong Sister King
Train?s name Senators, congressmen, puppets on a string Among the windswept vagabonds Steam Train was the king The last of the hobo kings, the last of the hobo kings
all to see King of the fools, there's nothing else I'd rather be King of the fools, yes, I'm the king, king of the fools King of the fools, king of the
open when ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a
I am a nightmare walking, psychopath talking King of my jungle, just a gangster stalking Living life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse Then dead as
a sister with a voice The phat drummer - what's your choice? Make her moist I'm throwing up the W Bringing trouble to Those in sight King T and Big
open when you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin
was stirring not even a mouse The stockin's was hung by the chimney with care With hopes that St. Nick soon would be there Me and my sisters and brothers
head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg When the saint on the ground with his nine on line With the niggaz who grind with King Kong hittin
staggered out into the streets of Little Italy. Joey, Joey, King of the streets, child of clay. Joey, Joey, What made them want to come and blow you away? Sister
