He's buried in your past. The Lone Wolf went out drinking That was over pretty fast. Sweet Goddess Your perfect stranger's comin' in at last. Silver
the Soul Shack, coolin' In the outback, on the songwritin' ship Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff On the cloud I be relaxin' from last night and shit
Broward County, border pedder, or the guys (huh?) 'Cause we eat niggas, sweet potatoe ass pie Ask the last guy, turn him into mascots Them bullets smash out, squeeze into the last
time that I have felt alone A band of merry archers was playing in the crowd I couldn't understand the words but singing right out loud Here is this border
T LAST FOR VERY LONG 'CAUSE WE WON'T STOP, AND WE WON'T QUIT SOUTH BORDER'S BEEN AROUND FOR 10 YEARS AND STILL KICKIN' IT. I FEEL THE AIR BLOWING, WINDS OF CHANGE OUR BAND
the night comes falling When the night comes falling from the sky I can hear your trembling heart beat like a river You must have been protecting someone last
man on the radio says "Now we'll play 'South of the Borde'" And in the morning the natives say "We're happy you have lived another day Last night a
Break me down, to the end, and push me past the border And who is there to blame, in the end ita??s all the same We will we return, ita??s a game, we
or not, and when it came to religion was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination but she was pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering
, and when it came to religion was over-zealous to say the least. A mind boggling combination but she was pretty, very pretty and I would often wonder, bordering
Shack, coolin in the outback, on the songwritin ship Blizz a five, off a Bob Marley spliff On the cloud I be relaxin from last night and shit In studio
man on the radio says 'now we'll play South of the Border' And in the morning the natives say, We're happy you have lived another day Last night a thousand
time that I haven't felt alone. A band of mariachis was playing to the crowd, I couldn't understand the words but I sang right out loud. Here is this border
Hey cosa sta accadendo? i killer tornano stanchi a casa e le ombre corrono lungo la strada piombo al mercato nero c'e chi ne fa gran scorta il livello