Тексты песен «Faith No More»

Another Body Murdered (Written by Bordin, Bottum, Gould, Patton, Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E.) (Patton...) Turn me up Now I gotta murder da' murder ta' get away The eyes gotta peer now the fool's gotta pay And if they pay then...

Has it been so long? Do you think we know? Do you think we care? Die...for the here and now Do you remember why? Do you remember how? Face .... out Stick your chest .... out Stomach .... in Thats right Do you really...

One day you're thinking that maybe you're feeling better And you're probably an OK person, if only you had a job... Through the hollow tombs can see them Through their mouths I can hear them praying for pain But it's...

One day, you're thinkin' that maybe you're feelin' better And you're probably an okay person, if you only had a job Through the hollow tombs can see them Through their mouths, I can hear them prayin' for pain But...

One day you're thinking that maybe you're feeling better You're probably an okay person, if only you had a job Through the hollow tombs, can't you see them Through their mouths I hear them praying for pain, it's only...

I want them to know it's me It's on my head I'll point the finger at me It's on my head Give it all to you, then I'll be closer Smiling with the mouth of the ocean And I'll wave to you with the arms of the...

(Hudson, Patton, Bordin, Gould, Bottum) I want them to know it's me It's on my head I'll point the finger at me It's on my head Give it all to you Then I'll be closer Smiling with the mouth of the ocean And I'll wave...

I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world. Life in plastic, it's fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Fascination, that is your...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (p) Faith No More < Mike Bordin: Drums; Roddy Bottum: Keyboards; Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;...

It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season comes...

It doesn't really matter, the things you say to me Cause if I had a ladder, up there is where I'd be Outta here where the air is cold, you're messing with my mind Hey! You do it every time, Hey! And the season comes...

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (l,m,p) Faith No More < Mike Bordin: Drums; Roddy Bottum: Keyboards; Billy Gould: Bass Guitar; Jim Martin: Guitar;...

They all know me by my car They all know I'm gone, but not how far I'm heading straight down 101 I'm going to go and get me some My lips are movin' but there's no sound Someday somebody's gonna get run down E? non...

(4:01) They all know me by my car They all know I'm gone, but not how far I'm heading straight down 101 I'm going to go and get me some My lips are movin' but there's no sound Someday somebody's gonna get run down Eф...

Candle light, it burns in every hole of your eyes It"s beautiful, how much you"ll never realize So hush my love, there"s something I"m to tell you now Your time has come, around again my sleepless one Your friend was...

Candle light, it burns in every hole of your eyes It's beautiful, how much you'll never realize So hush my love, there's something I'm to tell you now Your time has come, around again my sleepless one Your friend...

Candle light, it burns in every hole of your eyes It's beautiful, how much you'll never realize So hush my love, there's something I'm to tell you now Your time has come, around again my sleepless one Your friend was...

It's cold and it's Smooth and it's A hard shade of white And everybody needs to lick the surface clean But it never tastes better White blooms to white and Freezes white again Close it before something crawls in...

(Hudson, Patton) Collision My mission When the dawn breaks With a handshake Relaxed and feelin' great Screeching...head on I'm needing a head onAll the day's plans All the shaking hands Beepers and suntans...

Date sent: Thu, 9 Mar 1995 20:43:07 -0600 (CST) From: SKAte trash To: Caca Volante Subject: CV: Cowboy Song Two requests, so I'll repost: The Cowboy Song...