mon vieux, t'as assez bu comme ca ! Jusqu'a la r'traite sous ma casquette J'me f'rai causer comme un rat En salopette pour des paillettes Que j'ai d
Allez mon vieux, t'as assez bu comme ca ! Jusqu'a la r'traite sous ma casquette J'me f'rai causer comme un rat En salopette pour des paillettes Que j'ai d
Hey, hey, hey, hey Fourteen miles away from a landfill grave Never pawned my watch and chain The landlord living inside my head I paid my rent till the
Go jump in the lake Go ride up the hill Get out of this house It's a house of your making It's a house of ill will Get out of this house Go listen
I am near you You don't see me Can you feel me? I'm closer than close Does it hurt? Does it burn? Do you know What you've lost? Are you scared of the
I look out at the ocean I don't know where it ends I look up to the heavens Where do they begin? From way down here My feet stuck on the ground And the
Order in the court, order in the court Councillor control your client please Mr. Robert Ross, one more outburst like this And I'll see to it that No one
Now you're lookin' at a man that's gettin' kind-a mad I had lots of luck but it's all been bad No matter how I struggle and strive I'll never get out
Girl well it's been one of those days again And it seems like the harder I try Over and over I'm right back where I began But you understand Oh girl when
I want to make this a special tribute to a family that contradicts the concepts heard the rules but wouldna??t accept and women-folk raised me and i
Black coffee, no sugar, no cream That's the kind of girl I need down with my team Black coffee, no sugar, no cream That's the kind of girl I need down
I run these things You can hear it loud and clear like when the school bell rings Like martin Luther king, I will do my thing I'll say it in a rap cause I do not sing D
I'll grab the sun and the moon I'll hold the world in my hand These things are easy for me I can't make you understand Pulling rabbits out of a hat Pulling
Chris Isaak Summer Holiday I was standing all alone wondering what went wrong with the love that seemed so strong that summer holiday that holiday they
If you had the luck of the Irish You'd be sorry and wish you were dead You should have the luck of the Irish And you'd wish you was English instead I
whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam) whoa, black betty (bam-A-lam) Black betty had a child (bam-A-lam) The damn thing gone wild (bam-A-lam) She said "I'm worrin
I'm sitting, rain Falling against the lonely tenement Has set my mind to wander Into the windows of my lovers They never know unless I write This is no declaration I just thought I'd
And nothing else really counts And I recall the promise they made With a faith I can but admire That she'd be the one he adored And he'd be her heart
