Texty:
Heideroosjes Chapter Eight The Golden State

of democracy But now, just you, only you can change the powers that be Only you, not me, you can vote for better if you disagree What the United States

I wanna wanna have it If you?re in my way, for sure you will regret it Forgiveness does not cross my mind No need to be kind I aim for gold, will not

Way back in time the white men came and brought them pain In a war for territory, the natives fought in vain invasion by the so called civilized who

I don?t wanna wake up All day long I don?t wanna wake up You know those days?.when it doesn?t matter what you do It still feels like you?re trapped

echt moet dan is dit mijn laatste groet Ik krijg ?t niet uitgelegd, teveel nog niet gezegd Bij iedere deur die opengaat, hoop ik steeds weer dat jij er staat

Buckle up to take the ride of life Hold on tight to see what I?ve It might get rough, it might get dirty Speed goes up, twohunderdthirty Buckle up you

voer de media op tijd een stukje Terreur! Terreur! Wie niet meevecht is deserteur Terreur! Terreur! En steun de strijd, beken je kleur Primeur! Primeur! Pas op, ?t gevaar staat

What if, what if, what if I stepped into our van that morning What if, what if, what if I didn?t catch that phone call coming in Same place five seconds