Тексты песен «Bonaparte»

Stromgitarre durchgesägt - been there, done that Let´s dress up in garbage bags - alles schon gesehen Kleiner frecher wuselmann - been there, done that Beer shower for everyone - hab ich schon gesehen Schminke...

We said high gloss is bullshit It's tragic, yeah, that's it You said fuck this, I said fuck that We stood together, we said, what you mean dad? They are the millionaires, we are broke They make a statement, well it's...

A borderline people, stomp your feet If life gives you lemons, well, make lemon treats I've tried to read your facial expression Well, it looks like you're waiting for the Great Depression If you must be down,...

In the house where the words are broken And the forest has got no trees Where there's nothing left unspoken The ferry of broken seas Somewhere down where streets are ending Down the road of no return We will meet where...

when iВґm looking at life chupped up with a kitchen knife i see that the lifestyle is there long before i arrive i see that everythingВґs been said but not by everyone yet and then something always happens but nothing...

hereВґs to the soul, hereВґs to the restless heart and hereВґs one more, i donВґt even know where to start iВґve canceled my subscription to all apologies and when you hear this your friends will be my enemies you had...

Words are my big obsession I got to rave rave rave Accept my indiscretion Craving for words Walking in procession I got to rave rave rave A little blabber session Bound to misbehave When you're yelling, Then I am...

Sorry weВґre open come in weВґre closed iВґm warming the raclette oven i said come in weВґre closed it was great talking to you having nothing to say but now that thatВґs been said get the f..ck away my guitar like a...

You know too much, too much, too much, too much, too Much Much too much, too much, too much, too much Much too much, too much, too much, too much, too much - Much You know james joyce, I like your voice You know...

We are fevered with the sunset We are fretful with the bay For the wander-thirst is on us And our souls are in Cathay 
 There's a schooner in the offing With her topsails shot with fire And our hearts have gone...