of this Promises are empty in a world of empty bliss How the times have changed I'd rearrange your headspace Yeh, I would if only Love ain't love no more If you hit
Превод: Ховлинг Беллс. Бел Хит.
byte But everybody says it's music 'cause they hear it on the radio 'N' when I hit the stage I'm gonna rattle your cage I still remember how to howl
cut clowns Shit is too swift to bite you record and write it down I flow like the blood on a murder scene, like a syringe On some loud howl shit, to
're the winners tonight In round seven she's in heaven How much can she take Again and again she feels the strain As she start the eighth The bell is hit
on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled
to be chattered on car radio news broadcasts It had to be screamed in the kitchen It had to be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting It had to be howled
The sirens are screaming and the fires are howling, way down in the valley tonight. There's a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye, and a blade shining
we're the winners tonight In round seven she's in heaven How much can she take Again and again she feels the strain As she start the eighth The bell is hit
cunt Football's back, a kick and a punt On planes I kick and I jump Kool-Aid, pump the cherry fully loaded like Herby hit bumps They howl on that Burberry
Lo) Thirstin Howl! Slabba Ranks! Rack-Lo! Dr Dru Little! [Chorus: Thirstin Howl III & Rack-Lo] Skill or be skilled! [x3] A split decision! [Thirstin Howl
