Тексты песен Alabama 3

Cocaine killed my community Heroin hurt my home When my mama went down on the morphine I seen my papa get high on the physeptone And now my sister swings on the psilocybin My brother broke up on barbi

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to sto

Alabama 3 KEEP YOUR SHADES ON ---------------------- who is it? who is it? who is it? it's three twenty-eight a.m. there's a party goin' on I say, baby I want to boogie till the early dawn beg the DJ

Oh Lord I dream, of a train the glory bound train get on board the last train to Mashville it's been awhile I missed your honky-tonk style let the bourbon flow time moves so slowly in suburbia maybe i

A broken home Forces you to be alone And it's hard to find the pieces When they're scattered in the corners of your mind Left your heart behind When she's turning you blind To that golden ship that pa

I lived with my mamma 'Til I was sixteen Old time religion The sweetest of dreams And now that I'm again And conscience is dead In my left hand the Bible In my right hand an old purple tin I went to t

No time for spindoctor's medicine Cooked up by the government, selling me some cover-up Sponsored information, crack pipes in the shopping malls Nothing but another drug, a license they can buy and se

Keep on reachin', yeah Keep on reachin', yeah Keep on reachin' Keep on reachin', yeah When I got burnout so bad in Brixton That I just couldn't remember my name You took a lease on some basement down

Monday morning always left me blue Tuesdays I could never make it through On Wednesdays I got wasted Thursday I just couldn't face Friday the eagle always flew But on Saturday night under the mirror b

Just pour the gasoline She don't get up until the sun goes down She don't come down until the sun comes up Drinks her coffee from a broken cup in a jacket or sunglasses She didn't get to bed until ten

We ain't seen land for 13 months The water's run dry The Captains drunk, stoned in his bunk I seen the bosun gettin' high My mouth's so dry from the rum that came From a bottle now long gone St Christ

I will worship you and this time we go to thank Jesus oh, I will worship you, oh, amen strobe life and I think tonight I will worship you strobe life I will worship you strobe life strobe life I want

Sweet Joy Butterfly flaps its wings in Brazil, Tornadoes in Texas. Hold my hand, walking two by two, Noah forgot us. Protect us. If you were the only girl in the world and I was the only boy, The moon

storm warnings on the radiogram SOS, distress signals from the archipelago to the mainland mountains tumblin into the sea phone lines open'd up so deep you can hear the devil breathe you better pray,

I lived with my momma, 'Til I was sixteen. Old time religion, The sweetest of dreams. And now that I'm aging, And conscience is dim. In my left hand the Bible, In my right an old purple tin. I went to

D. Wayne left the hospital after being operated on He couldn't walk, couldn't even talk When they asked his story He had to get out both his hands So he signed this song to me I hope you understand 'C

rock'n roll, save my soul rock'n roll, save my soul you came down hard on all the non-believers sat in silence when the sinners rang the bells you came down hard on every peasant who was pleadin for a

I wanna go deep down, yeah I wanna go deep down, yeah 'Cause I remember Met down by the river The blue moon on the rise, yeah I broke down 'at Brando move By your Marilyn Monroe eyes, yeah We were swi

You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun, Your mama always said you'd be The Chosen One. She said: You're one in a million You've got to burn to shine, But you were born under a bad sign, With a bl

Alabama 3 WOKE UP THIS MORNING ---------------------- You woke up this morning Got yourself a gun, Mama always said you'd be The Chosen One. She said: You're one in a million You've got to burn to shi

Another psychopath in Iowa, loadin' up another round While the NRA in Columbine hunt Marilyn Manson down Powder in the Pentagon, cruel letters in the mail Some KKK white supremacist, cookin' up a dose