Is this goodbye? Well, you'd be better off dead Than lying here alone I'm desperately waiting For the beating of my heart It just won't come Unless you
[1st verse] I was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried
I am walkin' in the blast rays of the setting sun Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high, swinging my gun I say this little boy is angry, I say
Dance, dance, dance in the graveyard Slow down, pretend to save your Loneliness is free Your lonely 'cause of me Peel back layers of hatred Black eyes
Another night turns into day I haven't slept yet, but I'm okay See if you dabble with fire, there'll be hell to pay I might as well have a drink to wash
Once again a glimmer of hope burns away Another part of me rots again, dies again Back into the darkness so lonely, I survive Cursed again to wander,
Let them hail the hollow one Bow before the damned Forge ahead into the night Forget the lessons of the past No remorse for the sinner No repent for the
From the Golden seat of Ramses to the ending of the sacred Nile The pharaohs of this ancient land the deserts cross countless miles Inside the labyrinth
Besar esa boca es toda una aventura, donde hago piruetas y empiezo a caer. Besar esa boca no tiene clemencia. Besar esa boca es jugar y perder. por eso
Damned for the things I say Damned for the views I take Damned whether I'm wrong or right Damned for the way I live my life Chorus: No matter what I
Eyeless in eternal time For I have worm the moon shine Burn away daylight glimmer With my nocturnal senses Winds have come for me Winds have come to
------ Maudit! Di notte voglio entrare nei segreti tuoi E voglio costruire una fortezza senza inganni Saro` il corto circuito nella stanza dei bottoni
Wherever you go, He'll bring sorrow. Cursed creature, Death in both eyes; One look from him And beauty dies. Cursed creature, Hands on his ears. We
People inside waiting The bomb set into place At the public building Detonated Floors dropping The unseen buried below Multiple carnage The cracking
The city of angels is filled with apparitions Ghosts, Musicians and Politicians All waiting to shake your hand But they'll stab you in the back baby Just
All the guys That really have the money Are too old To have a good time with it Too old to turn the women on Too old to have a fast car and drive it
Cursed to be born Beautifil, poor and female There's none that suffer more She's the queen of the bees That buzz in the bars Fresh as a strawberry And
Well there was an old man who lived by the mill If he ain't moved away he's a livin' there still Singing Fie diddle-eye diddle-eye dye, diddle-eye diddle