(Slavens) everybody's talking talking all about you don't pretend that you don't know seems you got a problem you don't have to be too smart to guess
(Slavens) gotta wonder how you sleep at night with the front door locked and the windows drawn up tight in your castle up on the hill baby, baby, do you
(Slavens) love is the question that my heart's been asking and you are the answer every night I go to sleep I pray the lord my soul to keep if I have
(Slavens, Muller) taste of blood on my lips cold spot in my heart man of action plan of action no reaction cold spot in my heart there's a cold spot in
(Slavens) crawl into another head stand up take a look around - tell me what you see crawl into another head now, when I was a baby I just couldn't understand
(Slavens, Muller, Brand, Emert) baby you can rob a bank or hold up a 7-11 you can shoplift merchandise and still buy your way into heaven all you need
Now maybe you wonder if you might be losing your mind Don't worry about it mama 'cause yer just not one of a kind Too many people see too much bad When
Not enough days, not enough hours, for the people who want my time If it were within my power, I would lock you all away with me In a world with no money
To set down the words to Amoeba would not reflect the true spirit of the song, any words will suffice so long as they deal with protozoa, little pieces
Baby, when I look into your eyes I can't see Mama, what about has got a hold on me ? Sweetness, I'm addicted to you, gotta have you by my side No other
you can take it all. you always took it all. with me aside no need for you to whore. you won't hurt me no more. how can your two hands and ten fingers
Översättning: Tio händer. Yeah right.
Översättning: Tio händer. Jimbo, The Gay Metodistkyrkan ministern Sez.
rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist the
the rose of romance An air of joie de vivre Too-tender hearts upon our sleeves Or skin as thick as thieves' rising falling at force ten we twist
the man? Oh Lord Maybe this here outlaw bit's done got out of hand Don't you think this outlaw bit's done got out of hand, out of hand?
would swear the Lord himself applied the rouge When I put my hand in here I put my hand in there! (Short dance interlude) I put my hand in here I
