you, no shit No teenage romance, chill out None of your ticks, none of your tricks Ain't no way out, your momma was right Shut your mouth, shut your mouth Your
Chorus] Ain't no way out, your momma was right, Shut your mouth, shut your mouth. You weren't home last night, You don't come home no more. Gotta be fair, your
Fordítás: Motorhead. Fogd be a szád.
] Ain't no way out, your momma was right, Shut your mouth, shut your mouth. You weren't home last night, You don't come home no more. Gotta be fair, your
