Danger Danger - Punching bag
Tekst :
She was always the first one to lend a helping hand
Torn by conviction, bound by circumstance
And he was angry, mad at the world
So he took it out on the girl
He had to raise his hands
Use her like a punching bag
To prove he was a man
Chorus:
One girl, slightly used
Broken, damaged goods
She sits alone in a third floor walk-up
Across from the liquor store
Huggin’ a bottle, til a man can keep her warm
She checks the mail, not once but twice a day
For an answer to the ad she placed
Bold type, printed in red
Seven words I can’t forget
Simply it read
(Chorus)
Someday this will end
She will live again
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
Inne utwory
Nobody cares Drivin sideways Crawl Boys will be boys Feels like love Horny S.O.B Naughty naughty Get your shit together One step from paradise Monkey business Wide awake and dead Hard Mother mercy Find your way back home Beat the bullet Under the gun Slipped her the big one Helicopter I still think about you Losowe utwory
Who Disco?
Who Techno?
Who Hip-Hop?
Who Be Bop?
Who s been playing records in his bedroom?
Who rocks out?
Who s spaced out?
Who brings you?
Who sings you?
Who s still workin on his masterpiece?
The great intoxication
The mental generation
Sound effects & laughter
VERSE 1
I lived a long life
To get to where I am right here
I walked the long road
With just the wind through my hair
All I had was a smile
When I began to lose track
I walked on...
As you push it up through the soil,
I will shake your filthy hand.
You may be dead to me but that don t mean we can t be friends.
Now it s time to get over this,
Long as it s clear you understand,
That I will never trust...
Łubu dubu łubu dubu
niech żyje nam prezes naszego klubu
niech żyje, niech żyje nam!
kto w grudniu się bawi jak w czasie wakacji
kto przywiózł dziwną wódkę z Chorwacji
kto był na grillu i podpalił altankę
kto podrywa moją siostrę i jej koleżankę
kto nie spał na czerwonym i pojechał przez chodnik
kto komisję wojskową odwiedził bez...
Nothing left to lose
Except you and your baby blues.
Microphone,
Check this rhyme,
Pancho Villa was a friend of mine
I get fucked up, holla back ya ll,
And i kick it like Jackie Chan
With my kung fu style
I...