there is a house in new orleans
they call the rising sun
is this the real life ,
or is this just fantasy?
when I find myself in times
of trouble, mother Mary comes to me
rows of houses
the mess we are in
kick the fuckers in the head
our herbal intake
toy-like people
make me boy like
they''re invisible
mention, mention this to me
jumped in the river,
what did I see?
you do it to yourself, you do
and that''s why it really hurts
and I''m back in the block
and the air tastes sweeter
we are the stars that sing
with no light
before you slip into
unconsciousness,
i''d like to have another kiss
enclose me in your gentle rain
a million bright ambassadors
of morning light
you know it sounds funny , but
i just can''t stand the pain,
girl I''m leaving you tomorrow..
and casltes made of sand eventually
fall into the sea
tomorrow comes today
amphetamine , annie dog
to take a cup to fill it up
to drink it slow,
can''t let you go
an eagle in your mind
coincidense makes sense only with you
люси от година не говори
схемите са дълги коридори
ах спомени,
прескачат се
в главата ми
като бълхи
така ме е страх
fue lo que fue
y no me importa nada
the girl with the sun in her head
jamaica and roma
choose life
choose a job
choose a carrier
choose a family
choose a fucking big television
wondering who the fuckyou are
on sunday morning
locked in a safe place
looking out the window
някой да натисне стоп-а ,
моля
click