Lyrics:
can make me choke but not your stroke
I live in a huge hellish damp cage that I can't break, forever locked
When I awoke I realized that I would live
Nihilism I'm under your spell
I'm overwhelmed
I'm hostage inside my mind in a cold, damp cell
(So watch me savour this feeling)
So watch me savour this
I'm such the optimist
Only 'cause I can't afford to be a Debbie Downer
In this dreary, damp, dark world, baby
So why so serious
When life is hard
look like her gramps
She drink it like food I might give her some stamps
Said you ain't like me, why your panties so damp
Beating it up so she named me
are you?
In the mist of dreams I sense you
Damp on my skin, absorbed like tears
I need you, stay in my blood
I am you, we are one
Numb hands in snow
Can you see me too?
You're unreachable
But not far away
In this world it's dark
And damp and cold
I'm invisible
To everyone back home
Tried to reach
to bear brought home again,
Another weary soul.
Dark, damp track,
There's no turning back,
At least for now till I work out how,
To deal with what I lack.
bitchWalk in your home with the clamp bitch Fucking your sister its damp bitch, Smacking your brother with lamps bitch, Pushing your mother down ramps
sjtampevolle kroeg
És de lempkes zjwejje
Is hie nog tied genog,
‘t Zjweit dat damp en mien veut sjtampe, jederein is d’r bie,
És de lempkes zjweije
Blief ich nog
change where I'm at
And I just wanna go home
But don't know what that means
So I just walk alone
Through these damp, cold city streets
Sometimes the best
The static and the damp air flood my ears
And I'm scared
But I've never seen you so clear
Oh I can hear you now
We escaped from the basement into this house
We
Yeah, yeah, bang it, bitch
Ass shakin' competition champ
Oooh, that pussy gets damp
Bump bump bump hump back, fuck that
Bump that bump that amp
the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke--and it's "oke"
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
the lady is a tramp
She likes the free, fresh wind in her hair
Life without care
She's broke--and it's "oke"
Hates California, it's cold and it's damp
cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theatre but never comes late
cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
As the signs outside proclaimed,
Nature sometimes makes mistakes.
Was it the mother or the father to blame,
Inside the damp grass and tilted tent?
D'or?
Any more for the Christian D'or?
Any more for the Christian D'or?
Christian D'or?
Christian D'or?
Christian D'or?
Big man
Big shoes
No style
Damp
det der var værre end krigen
For da du stred, var de ulige lige
Men da du sku' kæmpe dit hårdeste slag
Da tabte vi alt for din sag i røg og damp
I røg
Camping! Camping! We're off to camp!
We hope it's sunny and dry, not damp!
We're off to the camp site!
Everything's packed away
Tent, sleeping bags,
That's why this lady is a tramp
She like the free fresh wind in her hain, life without care
She's broke, no joke
Hates California, too cold, too damp
the stream of your blood runs as black as the coal
Where it's dark as a dungeon, damp as the dew
Danger is double, pleasures are few
Where the rain never
cold and it's damp
That's why the lady is a tramp
She gets too hungry to wait for dinner at eight
She loves the theater but never comes late
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