
Allister - Residential burglary
Tekst :
It was just another boring friday nightwhen things got a little out of control
a record player and some cds
is what he stole
well he claims he wiped the finger prints
clean off the stolen goods
but it s too bad he didn t hide the evidence
because he s going to jail
andy is going to jail
now he s sitting in jail
with a drunk and a wifebeater
he says the food tastes weird
and the cell smells like piss and beer
now he claims he wiped the finger prints
clean off the stolen goods
but it s too bad he didn t hide the evidence
because he s going to jail
andy is going to jail
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Campo santo
En la tierra se oculta la guerra y la paz
De los pueblos historia y también voluntad.
La herencia de un niño y del viejo es su hogar
Y de mi una canción, melodías de reflexión.
Con los años te habitan peleando por ti.
De los pueblos historia y también voluntad.
La herencia de un niño y del viejo es su hogar
Y de mi una canción, melodías de reflexión.
Con los años te habitan peleando por ti.
Lightning causes madness
They ve let us sleep for so long
In their beds made of words
And even their pillows appear
A contradiction
And who cares when this lighting starts
Stand outside
We look to the sound
And we ve gone down
Becasue i ve never heard it before
And the crash of your bombs
And leave the blank logic behind
The smile...
In their beds made of words
And even their pillows appear
A contradiction
And who cares when this lighting starts
Stand outside
We look to the sound
And we ve gone down
Becasue i ve never heard it before
And the crash of your bombs
And leave the blank logic behind
The smile...
Hurricane ride
Did not save her, won t you put me here align
I don t know how to swim, can you teach me in time
Toss and turn in the time
On the hurricane ride
In the linger, do you want to be tied
I don t know how to swim, can you teach me in time
Toss and turn in the time
On the hurricane ride
In the linger, do you want to be tied
Diana in her dreams
Every night when the clock strikes twelve
A voice of devotion
Fills Diana so completely
With strange emotion.
Diana in her dreams,
Bend a silver bow upon the medal s low.
Diana in her dreams
And then a silver bow.
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na,
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
What is your rights a mean-black horse
In that defence of this fang.
Till the morning breaks she is
Surrounded...
A voice of devotion
Fills Diana so completely
With strange emotion.
Diana in her dreams,
Bend a silver bow upon the medal s low.
Diana in her dreams
And then a silver bow.
Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na,
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah.
What is your rights a mean-black horse
In that defence of this fang.
Till the morning breaks she is
Surrounded...
Circle of witches
The foul smell of evil hangs over the moores
Where in a lonely hut witches dwell.
Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted
With powers from the depths of hell.
Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself
Visited the witches on a daark dark night.
He asked assist to gain the throne
He sold...
Where in a lonely hut witches dwell.
Repelling creatures ageless feared and fitted
With powers from the depths of hell.
Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself
Visited the witches on a daark dark night.
He asked assist to gain the throne
He sold...