Тексты песен «Diesel Boy»

This guitar i'm holding is my only friend so i sit alone in the dark in = My room again headlights flash upon my wall, mind's wandering i crack a = Smile and i want to stay awhile after half an hour it comes back to me...

this guitar i'm holding is my only friend so i sit alone in the dark in = my room again headlights flash upon my wall, mind's wandering i crack a = smile and i want to stay awhile after half an hour it comes back to me...

it doesn't make you a slut 'cause baby you can fuck whomever you want it just makes it more complicated but thats a lot of sex thats sixty-four dicks before you ever put your hand on mine i wish you would've lied 'cause...

Oh, how I wish that you were here with me, To listen to the stupid song I sing Adjectives and nouns for all to hear, Form an oxymoron to your ear. For every comma and every quote, Of every word of every sentence...

We must have smoked a thousand cigarettes In my tiny room at dawn And as I light on up alone now I breathe you in but you are gone The waves crash, the wind blows But something's missing Its no fun around here without...

across a bridge up on the second floor me on the couch you on the bed you told me about your lovers i can't remember all the dumb things i said lighters flamed and we got wasted you played the queen i played the clown i...

across a bridge up on the second floor me on the couch you on the bed you told me about your lovers i can't remember all the dumb things i said lighters flamed and we got wasted you played the queen i played the clown i...

yesterday, I called an old friend in l.a. we laughed for hours about = those days anyway, he's doing fine I'm glad to say it's funny, some = things never change my dreams fade, but my memories are saved like the = lion,...

Born in the Hills Beverly in '63 Only son of a rich mom and dad But dad was a jerk and mom did not work, it drove him mad When mom and dad died, late last July He got the house and the plane And now he just laughs and...

five thousand twenty six miles from somewhere side of the road motel = sixteen hours in the van today more stories than one man could tell = america's as lonely as a widow and I am as tired as a king in four more = days...

She'd shake it up, was hard to make out. Now it's plain to see I couldn't cook to save myself, found my life a recipe. I never looked at her this way before, but now she's all I see... Alison's starting to...

Got a friend who's small in size A fucked up afro is his only disguise Him and Jason, they play the guitar If they could find a drummer they would go far Everybody won't you sing along 'cause this is Andy's song...

here i am all alone again with the tv glow and the sound of the trains rumbling and after pushing the smoke from my lungs the late night applause derails the thoughts from my head i'm cold calloused yet frail dangling...

let's not be friends 'cause then we could never fuck haven't you figured it = out by now? or are you that much of a shmuck? do whatever you want to do = just don't do it around me 'cause i am tired of not feeling like...

this song is short so your attention won't be required long its just a couple of major chords and a c minor its more than halfway thru only six or seven bars remain here comes that minor chord i promised you would come...

All I need Is 43 seconds Just a couple of stupid lines And maybe a couple of words that rhyme Cuz if I had Just 43 seconds Of your so-called precious time I could give you half a minute of...

You used to sing to me / Threw fits of irony / Before the war between the Spanish and Americans / You used to wear my clothes / And read to me from those / Old high scholl yearbooks that you found at your garage sale /...

You used to sing to me / Threw fits of irony / Before the war between the Spanish and Americans / You used to wear my clothes / And read to me from those / Old high scholl yearbooks that you found at your garage sale /...

You used to sing to me / Threw fits of irony / Before the war between the Spanish and Americans / You used to wear my clothes / And read to me from those / Old high scholl yearbooks that you found at your garage sale /...

A soldier boy and his violin Uneasy wartime ballet Omaha Beach Normandy on D-Day As his fellow man lay dying And crimson tide colored the shore Sons cried for their mothers Bitter pill of war He strikes the strings His...