Тексты песен A.A. Bondy

Drag your shadow down the street Is it you I was to meet With your saints there on a chain Waiting on another rain And I'm falling down Where the waves will surround To the roll and the pound Of the w

We were raised by wolves And we are still wild And we howl when the troubled wind blows And in the TV's blue light Oh, assassins will lie Every wail just a-goin' down slow So don't tread on me For I a

Black rain, black rain Don't fall on me Can't you see I'm doin' my best Black rain, black rain Don't fall on me When I lay to take my rest And love, it don't die It just goes from girl to girl Town to

There's a twisting in your senses There's a river in your blood And the crows land on the fences There's a daughter in the flood Can you see? Do you know? Leavin' with ease on the darkest breeze Tonig

This is a hammer. This is a hymn. This is a match to a ball of light. This is the blade. This is the beauty. These are the stars raining down from the sky This is the light that shines and I can see t

Killed myself when I was young With my fingers on a poison gun 'Cause I had to come back new Wanna walk on the ocean blue And I'm gonna leave this town With the people all tumbling down And my boots

You see the Sunday bird swinging low The fever in your brain only grows And The Murder Boys are running down the street You can see 'em through the window from your seat Hear the sound of the mighties

No one can see the way it will be Your thread, there on the loom And an unknown hand Will pull on the strand And guide you right on through And the roses die and bloom And I'm dreaming in my room That

What are the chances of three Libras Three brothers in three corners Oh take them back to the morning Oh take them back where they may shine And each drop of rain Goes by in May And I knew them They

сладкий, сладкий (милый, милый) кокаин как было бы хорошо, если бы ты весь принадлежал мне сердце заколотиться руки затрясутся мои дела просто великолепны сладкий сладкий героин как было бы хорошо, ес

Up with the evening sun The river rolls on by The neighbors, they tell secrets, The neighbors they tell lies And somewhere the plane went down These things they never stop Somebody feels the knife And