label us with deficiency ''cause they could not pay attention They were responsible at our age That's why we live with infection Yet we find a way to
Fordítás: Száraz Cell. Találjunk egy módot.
They don't much care for you No, they don't like your kind The way you look, walk or the way you talk The way you always speak your mind But you want
my life like a movie now it's way too realer Who woulda thought your baby boy woulda grew up to be a killer Yeh, now I'm a killer Guess I'm a killer
is suffering] starving with dreams [life, blood] you, single cell are commerse whoa, what happened to you last night? you've given up without a fight
m sittin' in the cemetery I got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call about a bitch I buried F**k a cell, I won't eve
a moth to the flame. [Roxie Hart] A moth? [Billy Flynn] Now I am a man who will assist and you're a butterfly. Crushed on a wheel! [Roxie Hart] Wait
and then I find a way to slip away 'cause every now and then there's only so much I can take If I find a way I would leave today Way Day of reflection
're dying the slowest of deaths So I give way She comes with expert timing (This is the day she lured me to) Her sharpened shears press the life line dry. (This is the way
They don't much care for you No they don't like your kind The way you look walk Or the way you talk The way you always speak your mind But you want to
die, fuck a prayer Dragon slayer, organ donor, a nigga that's quick to bone ya Black pitched walkin and talkin and spittin and breathe with a moaner Lightin a
to find my way And I feel like such a fool Nothing but a fool I don't wanna keep on dragging myself One day I'll find what happiness is I don't wanna
suffer A woman's heart is such a delicate thing] Quand ce n'est pas un glacon ou une pierre Je crois qu'il n'y a guere de milieu Et il n'y en pas non
to cross it that's a mountain that I doubt you wanna climb. I can describe areas of your house you wouldn't find on an episode of Cribs, A blow below
: We walk through the doorway, heard you calling from the hall To find you in the bedroom not breathing at all I drag your body to the cellar where we
sittin' in the cemetery I got a plan to kill a pig so I placed a phony call about a bitch I buried Fuck a cell, I won't ever go back I got you creasin
her suffer A woman's heart is such a delicate thing] Quand ce n'est pas un glacon ou une pierre Je crois qu'il n'y a guere de milieu Et il n'y en pas
