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Mmh, bin mir nicht sicher, ist es von den Toten Hosen? Viva la Revolution?Routinier hat geschrieben:Nicht euer Ernst, oder? Hilft es euch, wenn ich sage, dass ich mir einen kleinen Scherz erlaubt habe?
viva la revolution
es gibt ein leben vor dem tod
das hatte mal stil Danke, für die geschenkte RundeRoutinier hat geschrieben:Ja und ja.
Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
Das ging erwartet schnell. It's your turn.Ueberflieger hat geschrieben:Eagles - Hotel California
Von Taliban bis Vatikan sieht man das es stimmt,
dass die ganzen Abstinenzler noch immer die schlimmsten sind...
Komm, mach dich free for me.
********* we got no flowers for you
Just these three miserable cunts
Sitting on the back seat turning on the off beat
We know you love us and you probably do
Although you're husband may cut us
He's such an animal though everything is possible
Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
It's hard to miss you when you follow us about
Buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola
We'll get you there in some filthy big gondola
Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy
You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts
These are crazy times down at Costello music
You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it
Mehr Text gibt es leider nicht.********* we got no flowers for you
Just these three miserable cunts
Sitting on the back seat turning on the off beat
We know you love us and you probably do
Although you're husband may cut us
He's such an animal though everything is possible
Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
It's hard to miss you when you follow us about
Buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola
We'll get you there in some filthy big gondola
Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy
You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts
These are crazy times down at Costello music
You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it
Come on
Oh come on
Oh come on
Dear ********* we're just three lonely boys
Though the girls love us we're so
Into you incredibly we'd love to see you terribly
We'd love to hate you but we don 't have no choice
Come be our wa ha ha ha
Honey, honey three four one time once more
Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out
It's hard to miss you when you follow us about
Buy us some shoes and maybe take us for cola
We'll get you there in some filthy big gondola
Clean out the bank and bump off your daddy
You can come live with us among the has beens and the addicts
These are crazy times down at Costello music
You can answer the phone and talk nice anyway you choose it
**** ****** ** *****, but I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering I am lost, as I travel along the white cliffs of dover
**** ****** ** *****, and it's only my will that keeps me alive
I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive
because of my pride
And this lonliness won't leave me alone;
It's such a drag to be on your own
My baby left me and she didn't say why;
Well, I guess I'll have to try
**** ****** ** *****, but just where to begin; I'm playing for time
There have been times I find myself thinking of committing
some dreadful crime
**** ****** ** *****, but I can't seem to find my way over
Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover
Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the everglades ...
...
... Who never ever learned to read or write so well
But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell