make you run so far, it's just a matter of time i wanna take you down, but i don't hear when you're screaming you've got nothing to lose, wash me out
译文: 医药. 我洗出.
not The world, world is my punchin' bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target
And I am all alone. There is no one here beside me. And my problems have all gone. There is no one to deride me. Ah, But you got to have friends! The
I wouldn't be nothing at all I wouldn't be nothing I might forget what city I'm in Might have a mistress and a girlfriend Girlfriend would find out and let me
why not) The wo-world is my punchin' bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target
I was just a little baby boy My Mama used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my Daddy was an evil man She used to tell me he hated me But
schooling me Watching these haters operating with impunity This journey dollar signs, black and white collar crimes Running out of time, out of sight, out
company, won't come to my rescue If the sugar refining company won't save me, who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? Who's gonna save me? But if
And wash his hands of his scams And watch his woman stand unafraid Aid her in her fight to get paid Help her get her medicines made Let her step on out
's soft tissue soft" Washing the hands Pointing his way Washing the hands Pointing his way "Sink chant over to a dark fertile marsh" Washing the hands Guilt and denial Washing
even be frightening But cold medication should not be taken lightly Because everything that I put in, it comes out again And if I eatin' lean it helps me stay thin So check out
patron top wash straight from the liquor store i'm turned up i can't feel my face so My heart is telling me to be different its about time for me to
This comes in handy a lot of the time I can leave it home when I think it's going to get me in trouble Or I can rent it out when I don't need it But
Wylie Gustafson (Two Medicine Music) BMI I crack out my saddle at daylight, throw a leg over and ride The voice of the morning whispers and soothes me
City, The smiles are washed away, In the Silence Of The City, There?s nothing left to say. And hardened New York cops, With tears in their eyes, Tired & worn out
off, till it gets soft Passion fruit, pussy cat, want to touch it off In and out, rapers patients, Hershey's Kisses get a style Stress reliever soak your feet, air them out
, no matter how far, even if it means walking there. Maybe I'll get me a dog for some company, it's better than tryin' to figure out somebody. Give me