Тексты песен «Hunters And Collectors»

I got a heavy little number I got 42 wheels of pleasure and pain I got a heavy little number I'm gonna head it on down upon the Alice again Widda a paraliddic weapon I canardly miss Gonna gidda bricks anudder...

I got a heavy little number I got 42 wheels of pleasure and pain I got a heavy little number I'm gonna head it on down upon the Alice again Widda a paraliddic weapon I canardly miss Gonna gidda bricks anudder...

If the man must be Sleepin' at home all the time And the woman must be Out workin' all the time... Yeah, no matter which, No matter which woman he has And no matter how many How many men she has They all gotta go.....

Back on the breadline by Hunters & Collectors Stand in line With your empty cup you're still waiting For the future of all your living souls Wait for the incoming calls Your desperation Where does it lead to false...

This alligator engine This alligator man See him try to leave this swampland Drove it out across this land, and see All the guards get petrified As he pushed them to the ground With this alligator engine With this...

When the day shift is over There'll be fear in the pipeline tonight All the prisoners are restless Locked up from dusk to daylight Well how can you blame them? I get pretty close myself sometimes I know the score, I...

Back on the breadline by Hunters & Collectors Stand in line with your empty cup you`re still waiting for the future of all your living souls wait for the incoming calls Your desperation Where does it lead to false...

I hear a little voice And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy A little line of beer running down his chinny-chin Oh my god what a fat little...

(Jigga Jigga!) I was looking to see some dreams drip from your fingers I was working in that lonely place where memory lingers If there were words, if there was hair that I could drag you back with If there was one...

When success is on your mind But true direction is missing You know the Gods have lied - but you're still smitten. By the stars in your eyes I can tell you know where you are Smile sweetly and you'll be forgiven. You're...

I hear a little voice And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy A little line of beer running down his chinny-chin Oh my god what a fat little...

I hear a little voice And it comes whinging in over the sea of a thousand fat faces The little voice whinges for something loud and heavy A little line of beer running down his chinny-chin Oh my god what a fat little...

It's Boo Boo Kiss He's the King of Swing He's drawing blood He's the heart-throb of sob As he's bringing in the leeches We'll sing it to the ceiling It's Boo Boo Kiss And he's the King of Swing Ma ma! He's making snake...

It's Boo Boo Kiss He's the King of Swing He's drawing blood He's the heart-throb of sob As he's bringing in the leeches We'll sing it to the ceiling It's Boo Boo Kiss And he's the King of Swing Ma ma! He's making snake...

Is that love in your eyes? Or just obsession? They're razor sharp! It's your disguise Your obsession! You mess my hair and tear my clothes Your obsession! Is it a crime to love you Is it a crime to love you Is it a...

(I keep falling over) My overcoat is hung and I'm too far gone to see When the last drinks bell is rung you can carry me Carry me Carry me, push me through the door Shovel me up when I'm sinking to this tear stained...

Fair weather friends they wished you well Showered you with admiration Now the glass is cracked but you can't turn back Don't let it break your concentration Scratched your name on the dotted line For romance any risk...

Is that love in your eyes? Or just obsession? They're razor sharp! It's your disguise Your obsession! You mess my hair and tear my clothes Your obsession! Is it a crime to love you Is it a crime to love you Is it a...

Good evening friends Better come gather round here on this sabbath Sunday Come on and slap your hands There's a hot wind and it's blowing through our town After the storm, after the fire Don't teach your boys to kill...

Good evening friends Better come gather round here on this sabbath Sunday Come on and slap your hands There's a hot wind and it's blowing through our town After the storm, after the fire Don't teach your boys to kill...