How do you get your sleep at night?
How did you get your noose so tight?
Like chewing on tinfoil, it's so much fun
Gonna be dead before your gone
Cause look how things have gotten
And I'll be happy so I won't pretend
And I'll be cheering that you're going down
And I'll be laughing, I'll be laughing
How many feelings can you steal?
Gotta be part of your appeal
I can see through you cause you're wearing thin
Like chewing on tinfoil once again
Ha Ha you're dead
And I'm so happy
In loving memory
Of your demise
When your ship is going down
I'll go out and paint the town
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead
(ha ha ha)
Ha Ha you're dead
The joke is over
You were an asshole
And now you're gone
As your ship is going down
I'll stand by and watch you drown
Ha Ha you're dead
You're gonna be dead
Just remember what I said
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead
Ha Ha you're dead
giovedì 31 dicembre 2009
mercoledì 30 dicembre 2009
BIGLIETTI GREEN DAY, TESTO ON THE WAGON
Sometimes it gets real hard,
And I need some kind of output.
For input twice the size of my one inch mind.
So slap me on the hand.
Put it right back down my pants.
Turn me right around.
Kick me in the ass.
Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
Well I got no real excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
OH YEAH!
And I need some kind of output.
For input twice the size of my one inch mind.
So slap me on the hand.
Put it right back down my pants.
Turn me right around.
Kick me in the ass.
Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
Well today I say sweet things,
But tomorrow,
I'll be making up excuses,
For my actions ‘cuz it's been so long,
Since I've been in love.
That special kind of feeling.
Guess my best excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
Well I got no real excuse.
I'm on the wagon again.
OH YEAH!
martedì 29 dicembre 2009
BIGLIETTI GREEN DAY, TESTO DO DA DA
Every time I'm fallin' down
You take the reprecussions
Headaches and anxieties
Advancing my frustrations
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
Hand up your soul to my wrist
And I'll vow my trust to you
Moving here I always thought
I realized you've imagined
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
You take the reprecussions
Headaches and anxieties
Advancing my frustrations
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
Hand up your soul to my wrist
And I'll vow my trust to you
Moving here I always thought
I realized you've imagined
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
Rushings of my depression
Sacrifice everything
Waste with me into nothing
Well now you're stuck with me
Stuck with me
Stuck with me
lunedì 28 dicembre 2009
BIGLIETTI GREEN DAY, TESTO ROTTING
I'm rotting inside
My flesh turns to dust
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
I'm so sick to death
Tumors in my head
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Black rose of death
In my fist I clutch
Thorns shred my finger tips
And drips toxic blood
Kiss me one last time
Wipe off my sweat
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
As my bones they rust
20 pounds of trust
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Black rose of death
In my fist I clutch
Thorns shred my finger tips
And drips toxic blood
I'm rotting inside
My flesh turns to dust
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Kiss me one last time
Wipe off my sweat
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
My flesh turns to dust
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
I'm so sick to death
Tumors in my head
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Black rose of death
In my fist I clutch
Thorns shred my finger tips
And drips toxic blood
Kiss me one last time
Wipe off my sweat
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
As my bones they rust
20 pounds of trust
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Black rose of death
In my fist I clutch
Thorns shred my finger tips
And drips toxic blood
I'm rotting inside
My flesh turns to dust
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Kiss me one last time
Wipe off my sweat
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
Whisper, “are you dying?” in my ear
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