Now I wanna sniff some glue Now I wanna have somethin' to do All the kids wanna sniff some glue All the kids want Santa Day One, two, three, four Now
Well I don't really care what people say I don't really watch what dem waan do Still I got to stick to my girls like glue And I mon nah play number two
Now I wanna sniff some glue Now I wanna have somethin' to do All the kids wanna sniff some glue All the kids want somethin' to do One, two, three, four
Oh dear soul, We gather in the wind, Clap your hands, it's all just like they said And how good it is to be with you again Clap your hands, it's better
Making it stick, drip upon drip Is that what you do, with sand and glue? Don't put out the light, let me see you tonight 'Cause that's what I'll do, with
Eleven o'clock on a motorway it wasn't very nice still raining, spied a man he looks away I never liked him much no conversation skills went on a quiz
Bring on the slut factor Reflecting all thats wrong You call me tear catcher It's just a fucking song You aint got nobody And i aint got nobody too Give
Days of the conflicts you've been in Traces of conscience you don't want to hear You hear it now You listen, hear a sound You missed it Taken by conscience
Wait now, baby, put the gun down I was just kidding, I was jokin' around Talk is cheap and so am I It's inconceivable to try to believe there's a sane
We stuck together like glue Through all the things that we've been through We stuck together through things That hurt me in so many ways Might sound
Halfway between the zoo and the temple of your Art... but what do you do with this motion of the heart? Who'll be looking for you when it all falls apart
My friend Blue he runs the show With hot pink purple china glow His family trees are molded No longer grows in summer He holds it closer lets it go Picks
Mit Tränen im Blick ganz ohne Glück schaust du traurig ins Bier. Du siehst keinen Sinn die Liebe dahin und du suchst Trost nur bei mir. Du
Could God really be so cruel? To give us feelings that could never be fulfilled. 'cause I ain't ever found peace upon the breast of a girl
mommy's on the couch watching tv daddy's hugging up with jimmy bean bobby's in his closet sniffin' glue cause he ain't got nothing better to do some
what's that in your head is this that good secret that's barking up which one has to run back to haunt you up don't worry it's coming I need to know what
