maker I need a savior One day the tides will turn One day the feilds will burn One day the seas will churn the fury of our makers hand the fury, the
One day the tides will turn O ne day the fields will burn One day the seas will churn T he fury of our makers hand The fury. The fury What will you
Превод: Бијело Дугме. Фури руке наше произвођача.
: I do declare theirs something in the air I'm burning the candle at both ends Bitter Betrayals Skeleton Keys Houses to Haunt Well, it's alright by me
: Lights on but no-ones home I should?ve left you on your own You can?t stand the heat you?re all alone YEEAAAA!! Horseshoes and hand-grenades Coulda
those departed left all alone left still forgotten !!!! (Chorus) Miles to go and sky's to fly Hold back the day Miles to go and skys to fly it's darkest
suicide Green light I?m OK Feeling fine just a little tongue tied Old habits die hard and I?ve lived so fast And I know it?s a long way down Tempting
go and other may live Pale horse ? apocalypse Stale breath ? from liar?s lips Many many lives Turned upside down Bloods clean ? you know it is Downstream ? it?s
its do or die Just run?. The grass is greener on the other side No one here gets out alive It?s up to you to survive There?s a monster on your side Get
Its difficult, full of dismay He buries his feelings, he shrouds his light With oh so many evil thoughts It?s the dirt on your shoes It?s mud on our
chance I?m all in tonight This night I?m craving disaster Go ---bear witness unto This solitude, my solitude Under the gun without a knife It?s going
This time it?s crossed the line Beware of what?s behind Wolfs coming quick to kill you Currents running strong Think your right, wrong Look, it?s long
savior One day the tides will turn O ne day the fields will burn One day the seas will churn T he fury of our makers hand The fury. The fury What will
Shatter seven mirrors They say that?s bad luck For seven years So, drink your glasses But not at midnight Salt over your shoulder Into the fury! Goes
: There?s dead leaves on the dirty ground That?s how I know you?re not around To be with me I stroke your hair, kiss your lips, Kiss the ground, but
TELL ME ANOTHER STORY Everyone Has Stories, They Bore Me (They Bore Me) The Ends(?) Are Feeling Nervous. Their Stories...(They Bore Me) Everyone's Got
hangman's noose And as the sun goes down I'll say It's a good day to die, a good day to die Before the hangman's noose I'll say It's a good day to die
Goddamn, shit, I?m feeling it When we see each other it?s throw time When we see each other it?s throw time When we see each other it?s go time You