near you I don't know if you're coming back, sometimes I could scream But every night I know I'll see you, you still live in my dreams In the dead of the night
Fordítás: Bad Company. Dead Of The Night.
near you I don't know if you're coming back, sometimes I could scream But every night I know I'll see you, you still live in my dreams Chorus: In the dead of the night
you spread that? Can't believe you said that Puttin my life in jeapordy definetely it'll make the feds tap-Bed trap What you tell your lady can make you take a dead
you hear When the only sounds are the drums of war And you left out in the cold A half-dead man in a half-dead world And a yellow-brick road to go
and where they belong But it's really not bad for an eight hour song Second verse, better yet worse Give my all for the company man Help him up and give
on Enter another season Life goes on The world keeps turning and life goes on Life goes on The world keeps turning and life goes on In the dead of the night
sky, Above the riverbed the world's run dry, I beat the air, for those who hear, And through the night my call goes out unheard, I cry for company and
! [Verse 1: Freddie Foxxx] Somebody better call security it's 'bout to be on I'm in the streets, midnight, 'bout to bust 'til dawn Niggas are dead wrong
fucking owe me money And if my company tries to play me for my ?ude? Then i get red and dead i'm leaving them dead I'm slapping the yamika's off they
mad max musketeers When the silhoettes of emaciated frames danced on a highwire Mistook for aspiring third world poster children But is inserted ghost with dealin Dead
the cife his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
your ride!" Black cats, they don't bother me I smile in bad company And I'm cool as the day is long But takin' my car, daddy That's dead wrong It
Jazz? Oh, you're gonna see your sheba shimmy shake [Company] And all that jazz [Velma Kelly] Oh, she's gonna shimmy 'till her garters break [Company
picture clearer It gets weirder than incest Knowledge my name, I'm on a different plane like herve villachez Getting the people hyped like monday night
of speech and wine To' up from just the flow but pass the liquor it's over Henny dead even when twisted I get open like Venetian blinds Company Flow,
out hissing dead melodies hitchhiker roadside execution midnight stranger, come and take a ride with me in all my misery i would love some company this
Elle: Wait a minute. this is the kind of girl Warner wants. Someone serious. Someone lawyerly. Someone who wears black when nobodies dead. Girls I have
