| |
 |
MP3 Klingeltöne für Dein Handy
|
|
Interpret:
Manic Street Preachers
|
| Yes
|
You can buy her, you can buy her
This ones here, this ones here, this ones here and this ones
here
Everythings for sale
For sale? dumb cunts same dumb questions
Oh virgins? listen, all virgins are liars honey
And I dont know what Im scared of or what I even enjoy
Dulling, get money, but nothing turns out like you want it to
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For %24200 anyone can conceive a God on video
Hes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I still can say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream, hurt myself to get pain out
I T them, 24:7, all year long
Purgatorys circle, drowning here, someone will always say yes
Funny place for the social, for the insects to start caring
Just an ambulance at the bottom of a cliff
In these plagued streets of pity you can by anything
For %24200 anyone can conceive a God on video
Hes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if
you want
I eat and I dress and I wash and I can still say thank you
Puking - shaking - sinking I still stand for old ladies
Cant shout, cant scream, I hurt myself to get pain out
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
The only certain thing that is left about me
There is no part of my body that has not been used
Pity or pain, to show displeasures shame
Everyone Ive loved or hated always seems to leave
And in these plagued streets of pity you can buy anything
For %24200 anyone can conceive a God on video
Hes a boy, you want a girl so tear off his cock
Tie his hair in bunches, fuck him, call him Rita if you want, if
you want
Power produces desire, the weak have none
Theres no lust in this coma even for a fifty
Solitude, solitude, the 11th commandment
Dont hurt, just obey, lie down, do as they say
May as well be heaven this hell, smells the same
These sunless afternoons I cant find myself
Two dollars for everything
Three dollars ...?...
Five dollars ...?... |
Eingetragen |
03.Jun.2001 01:06:41 |
Letzer Aufruf |
03.Jan.2005 02:01:49 |
Besucher |
96 |
|
|
|
|
