Bruce Dickinson - Road to hell
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Slowly bleeding, watch the vortex feeding
Like a swirling vulture on your face
Every hour the unseen rays devour
Your screaming eyes cry out but they are blind
Father, forgive me my sins
Give me the nails, I ll hammer them in
The road to hell is full of good intentions
Say farewell, we may never meet again
The road to hell is full of good intentions
Get on the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
Brave new world of secret fantasy
That hovers just beyond your bloody grasp
Close enough to thrill, the danger of the kill
Price for failure of your will
Father, forgive us our sins
Cause we re all the junkies who never can win
The road to hell is full of good intentions
Say farewell, we may never meet again
The road to hell is full of good intentions
Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
Father, forgive me my sins
Give me the nails, I ll hammer them in
The road to hell is full of good intentions
Parody of hope is the one that I must kill
We all have to live with our family inventions
Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
The road to hell is full of good intentions
Say farewell, we may never meet again
The road to hell is full of good intentions
Down the left-hand highway with no sinister regrets
Inne utwory
Headswitch Chemical wedding Kill devil hill Dreamstate Midnight jam Laughting in the hiding bush Inertia Gods of war Acoustic song Innerspace Soul intruders Toltec 7 arrival Bring your taughter to the slaughter The ghost of cain Fire Devil on a hog Tattooed millionaire Real world Dive dive dive Losowe utwory
No more lonely nights I m with you
And I m holding you tight
The wasted nights you sat and dreamed of her
Coz she ain t coming back
When your days and nights get colder
You can think of me, you can imagine...
A więc...może tak Mezo/Tabb
Wyjście z bloków idea, którą wyśnie błyśnie w oku
A potem w umyśle przemyślę to
A potem zrobię taki rap, że was wciśnie w fotel
Mezo/Tabb przed nami drogi szmat
Chcemy zrobić to nie tylko by zarobić szmal
Zresztą mamy ludzi sztab co są...
Tell me why,
tell me why
Wonder if I could open my heart again (if I could, if I could, if I could)
Must be me why I feel like start again
Wonder if I could open my heart again (heart again, heart again)
The World Began to Change the Children Moved and They Had Children
It Was All Arranged You Couldn t Live There Anymore
All You Had Was That Old Place in the Middle of the Path of Progress
So They Took the Space and Put the Ceiling On the Floor
In One of the Rooms...
All of these girls trippin on me (trippin )
See here now I m goin crazy ever since
I went Number One (like a bomb)
My whole world pandemonium
Everybody crazy turnin on me
Can t dis a brother for going...