'm doing fine Had to work out life without religion as a crutch But some people struggle, inner demons are too much There's a message for them Red wine and altar boys
Překlad: Kosočtverec Frenzal. Červené víno a roucha.
I'm doing fine Had to work out life without religion as a crutch But some people struggle, inner demons are too much There's a message for them Red wine and altar boys
What's wrong with him? He looks dead. Abbraccio la morte, perche e un dono. Lascia andare la vita. Abbandona questo tempo. Niente piu sofferenza.
When it stops when it fades When the bodies have all hit the ground I'll be there at a funeral for a friend When it's done when it's over When the buildings
I-----I got a feeling, deeper emotion I'm not the only one- So cut the pain until its gone- Time----where have you gone now, seems just like yesterday
I'd do anything for you - girl you know it's true All the beauty you see before your eyes - Are lies So let's stop pretending - we're still alive You
The icebox is locked and I can't cool down It's Louisiana hot - old dog in a new town Round midnight why can't the light be found Got me poundin' on
Ticker tape parades Embalmed in napalm A struggle for power In the belly of the beast Disneyland debutantes Table dance for dollars While Silicone
Bear your fangs -- To show you're in the mood I've got your innocence -- Hanging from a noose Now's the time to set things clear Oh my love -- Come over
Crawled across this glass, slept on these nails Dissapointment never fails These blood shot eyes focus on your flaws Now reach for the shortest straw
up all my sins and every L that I blow and let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go In the land before time, a land before altar boys Synagogues
my boys in the streets, here's the ring Whatchu wanna do? Whatchu wanna do? Can't believe you found love in me through everything Held me down like my boys
You say that God does not exist You stupid punker - look at the mess you're in It's holy harcore!!! Moshin to the harcore hymns The altar boys are in
us hunt 7 million bodies lying dead Beneath my hands War was such a simple Game to play Preachers do my bidding yet Blame me for their sins Altar boys
us hunt Seven million bodies lying dead Beneath my hands War was such a simple game to play Preachers do my bidding Yet blame me for their sins Altar boys
I stayed a little while I want to thank you, Joan of Arc for treating me so well And though I wear a uniform I was not born to fight All these wounded boys
would once stir There St Patrick planted turf Cabbages and praties Pigs galore, mo grá, mo stóir Altar boys and ladies In the town
