We?re halfway to midnight All alone in this fight Victory fades from view When even lies were true Your words wound like weapons towards everything we
We're sitting here trying there's no more denying, your meaning of life is glorified. You told me just wait son, the triggers on your gun, this barrel
These times call for the only one who knows just how it feels and I'm not worthy like everything I'll throw away. I just thought I'de sit here 'till you
They said they don't know why I'm living for the first time, They're running out of my life I hope they do I can't thank the time for giving back what
Live through an empty page of diaries and worthless days. Cast your misery aside and abandon all the reasons why we ended up here, lying on the splattered
I don't know whats going on again Forever you tear me back and forth and then you...win My life was suffocated But somehow you changed your words and
con pasion. Tu cuerpo si que quema nena cuando quieres rockear Sacandome a la pista para hacerme probar caricias de asfalto. Frescuras, calientes, caricias
[Something] Attracts immigrants in hard times The southwest is suffering rapid change Coal-burning plants multiply and the Four Corners grow dingy The
Intro : " Au clair du bitume; enfants du ghetto Faut s'faire de la thune pour remplir le frigo On a que la zone pour terrain de jeu Il faut qu'on s'en
Jungle 2 beton... On vit les uns sur les autres, noyes dans la masse La tete dans le desordre, les pieds dans la crasse Faut cogner fort pour se faire
Unter'm Asphalt ruhen die Toten Unter'm Asphalt wortlose Boten Unter'm Asphalt mit ihrer Weisheit Unter'm Asphalt liegen sie stumm Unter'm Asphlat jenseits
Call me computer illiterate Red neck dot com on the internet I don't need it if I can't find it in my head Just give me my pickup and a [Incomprehensible
Gonna kick off my shoes And run in bare feet Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends And feed
The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't want to leave your side For that lonesome road But here I go Climbing back behind the wheel of 50 feet of chrome
I got money in my pocket and a guitar in my hand These lonely nights without you are more than I can stand I work like a puppet But it's time to cut the
(Jeff Stevens/Kenny West) The sun has opened up my eyes And I don't wanna leave your side For that lonesome road but here I go Climbing back behind the
I pray that these words reach deep enough to find your heart I have someone else, someone much more than me, above This time, this time This time it?s
I shed my skin when the party was about to begin I'm light years away but I'm walking back tonight of all nights When I should be feeling just right Don