segunda-feira, janeiro 03, 2005
These are the days IV
Methamphetamine Blues (Hit it) Wake up Wake up Children don't ya hear me comin' Get up Get up Because I got to have the honey And I don't want to leave this heaven so soon Rollin' children keep on rollin' Rollin' children keep on rollin' Keep the light turned low and the back door open My love rain down like sugar so sweet (got what you want, so come and get it) Yes children I will Tall lawman rides With his uniform clean, shine on his shoes My radio plays Methamphetamine blues and tell all the news I'm rollin' just to keep on rollin' Wake up Children Get right soul church, keep a lock on the kitchen Do risks for your daddy (I'll do it daddy) Keep your eyes wide open and my shotgun loaded Cause I don't want to leave this heaven so soon Rollin' just to keep on rollin' Rollin' just to keep on rollin' Rollin' just to keep on rollin' My love rain down like sugar so sweet (got what you want, so come and get it) Yes baby Tall lawmen rides With his uniform clean, shine on his shoes My radio plays Methamphetamine blues and tell all the news I'm rollin just to keep on rollin' Rollin just to keep on rollin' Rollin just to keep on rollin' I don't want to leave this heaven so soon Rollin just to keep on rollin' Rollin just to keep on rollin' Rollin just to keep on rollin' Rollin just to keep on rollin' I don't want to leave this heaven so soon Mark Lanegan, Here Comes That Weird Chill, 2003
CAP @ 1/03/2005 07:43:00 da tarde
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