I have heard dandelions Roaring out in my backyard A direct approach is dangerous Until you're sure they've dropped their guard You'd be better off to
Die Zeit walzt Ein Lichtblitz Trifft meinen Stolz Und entzA?ndet mich Legenden der ErlA¶sung, wie SA¤ure auf Gestein Der starre Blick in die Sonne reiA
Mir hei Humor Aber niemer lacht Hei hochi Ideal Und niemer macht's Mir chrampfe am Tag U mir suffe i dr Nacht Mir hei di hochschte Gipfle Si gheien us
muesst da Cheib vergifte Dr Wouf isch los Dr Wouf, da het zwoi Lammli gschlisse Vatter Schick di Bluethund los - di musse da Cheib verrysse Dr Wouf isch los
OZIANS Go and hunt her And find her And kill her Madame Morrible (spoken) Good fortune, Witch Hunters! OZIANS Go and hunt her And find her And kill
Out in the dunes, far and wide Where desert wind stir up the sand Long ago in ancient time Ruled Pharaoh's hand A king and a god to all mortal men Worship
A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go Heigh ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go We'll catch a fox and
Behind the eyes of my compassion lies a suffering soul In my blood, a bitter darkness slowly taking it's toll I feel the death of our connection and the
I'm not the only one who can't see why it crossed your mind I see your life and death reduced into a product line It's not enough to see you speaking
Run Every second is a pure affliction But I can feel your pain Choke back the burn of wrath As they violate your name No sign of innocence In this godforsaken
Nothing breeds more contempt for this world Than memories now formed Every moment a new seed Is grown to no reason, the trouble unfolds For the trials
Every single time I feel the burn, I try to throw it away A fast fix for the brokenness of everyday It's like the pain is building up, it's swelling up
the draw Yours is the iron hand of the state Yours is the book, the bell and the rope Mine is the Gamblers fate Debt-collecting sin-inspecting bounty hunter Never failing devil trailing bounty hunter
Well, you rang me up you say you wanna get high Now I'm underpaid and I'm overtired Riding shotgun 'round the world I'm too young to die, too old for
Get your son, young 'n' dumb Give him a gun, make him run Hot stuff on a Saturday night Wait a minute this ain't right It's that same old story Talkin
I used to see you on the avenue You were the girl that let me follow you You used to hang out in the alleyway You sewed a button on my shirt one day
Captain to Candida, we just hit earth Everyone's strange here, don't know what they're worth Got this idea, we're gonna be machines We'll play a part
I got a shower curtain stickin' to my back And the ol' cologne sure packs a whack I got blood on my razor, my face is in shock An' my hair hangin' down