Laulunsanoja:
Rantas

On the banks of a sunset beach Messages scratched in sand Beneath a roaming home of stars Young boys try their hand A spanish harbouring of sorts In Catalonian

Where will I be when there's pain As far as eyes can see Stand in line for days and nights Making up lost time, this is how I feel So now I cut these

All the seats at the Sunday masses filled with the masses mass of asses, classes pass fast as molasses, ceremonial reading glasses. Read a little bit

Kita kan sama-sama Membina kota cinta Bahgia.. Dengan permata Seindah dalam mimpi CHORUS : Oh ibuku Restuilah cintaku Sekiranya engkau kelu membisu Terlerailah sudah Rantaian

Well, the fields belong to the farmers And the forests belong to the king These days our pleasures are all behind fences We have to pay for everything

Full title: "The Braes Of Elchies / Miss Anderson / The New Yorr / Rothiemurchus Rant / Culloden Well / Lady Loudon / The Bonnie Lass Of Fisherrow / The

In the tent of powder and lace Vultures pick at a carcass that feeds by hand Longing to decay Waits to hear the sound Of their wings slowly heave as they

Now our blood Travels though the Veins of our Histroy It bursts forth them Boiling black Coulds from the wrists of kings The shadow Lengthens as Time

I'm gonna rant and rave I'm gonna lose control if they get me mad I'm staring at the tv screen They're staring right back I got a bottle in my hand I