Превод: Филмска (остале нумере) Соундтрацк. Смрт Дефи [мотора кец].
all the same to me The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say I don't share your greed, the only card I need is The ace of spades, the ace
Another town, another place Another girl, another face Another truck, another race I'm eating junk, feeling bad Another night, I'm going mad My woman
Stepping out, I'm leavin' here No use cryin', cryin' in my beer Enough's enough, believe it's true Bite the bullet, I'm leavin' you I said, goodbye,
You know I'm bad, the times I've had I've gotta bad reputation I don't care, I get my share Don't feel no deprivation The more I get the better it is
If you want to feel good If you want to feel alright If you want to shake your stuff Get some rock 'n' roll tonight Dance 'til your shoes are hot Dance
Foxy do you have a light? Can you light me up tonight? I'd like to see you burn me down Why don't you let me light your fire? Why don't you let me stoke
Let the killer go, don't let his mother know Don't go out tonight, don't even try to fight 'Cos I can see, I've got the thing you need And I'm here to
Knew I had to bite you, baby when I first laid eyes on you That moment turned me on, I can't believe it's true And I like to watch your body sway I got
Western movies The riders ride, into the night Into the West, to see who's gun's the best They're all fools, to live by rules The rider wearing black
the same to me The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say I don't share your greed, the only card I need is the Ace of Spades the Ace
a silent movie I'm a trap without a spring A temple with no God A jack without an ace The tip of your tongue I'm a promise and an unmailed letter An unbuilt motor
my motor's fine and this train's on time And when I cross that line I'm gonna make you mine I'm stroker ace-stroker ace-stroker ace Well it smells like
, like I said, there ain't no easy run I drove for Navajo Rate Goose DC North American Airlight Chicago Motor Freight Line Yuma Curtis Eastern and NX Garrett Ace
s no guessin' Rock the mic without any fessin' With your blessin' I will get stupid You didn't know it I thought you knew it I'm the kid that comes exactin' with my ace
Starting to get my head in your space Starting to lose track of the weekdays Starting to cook my brain in five ways I'm trying to be cool Starting
