Тексты песен «Little Caesar»

Dave got a Maserati, Eddie he got two They got dem pump sneakers too, They're throwin' money out just like you never seen Still livin' way beneath their means, oh yeah Too many Joneses, say you can't keep up with me...

Wanna tell ya all 'bout Johnny, well he was a good friend of mine But the bond it broke down over time 'Cause Johnny thrived on anger, he was bitter all the time Someone shoulda stopped and seen the signs He couldn't...

Well the sun comes up and the sun goes down And the Cajun Panther wanders thru your town Talkin' about, talk talkin' Talkin' about, talk talkin' Talkin' about, talk talkin' The Cajun Panther, she's black as night Well...

K, let's go [CHORUS] Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain Chain, chain, chain Chain of fools [Repeat CHORUS] For five long years, yeah I thought I was your...

Well let your hair down honey, get your high heels on Gathered up my money, won't be mine for long Tear it up, tear it out, better tell your mother won't be back till dawn Well your revvin' up my motor, yeah you get me...

It's American made, motorheads delight I pray to Henry Ford, each and every night It's a big block banger, and I keep it clean 'Cause I never let corrusion get in my machine Gotta big fuel pump, stick shift too Let me...

In the mornin', I hear an empty sound Like a lonely highway, in a lonely town Was it mercy, like a dog found in a road Was it loneliness, I just gotta know From the Start, there's a tear in my heart And it cries for...

Monday, Monday mornin' And I'm shakin' off the beer Workin' got me jerkin' Pissed away another year And they're takin', what I'm makin' Tryin' to keep myself alive I'm a loser, I'm a bruiser I'm spent at twenty-five...

Sunshine, blue skies please go away My girl has found another and gone away With her went my future my life is filled with gloom So day after day I stay locked up in my room I know to you it might sound strange But I...

Everything ain't what it seems In this world of broken dreams And the things they try to teach you Sure ain't what you've seen But you make it all seem right When you whisper in the night Won't you wrap those calming...

Look at Little Queenie, ain't she somethin' to see She's a slice of heaven, kinda sugary Well she's so quick when she sets her sight The venom hid in denim makes it hard to fight Little Queenie, Little Queenie I said...

I live my life in Midtown It's halfway 'tween here and there I spend my time in Midtown tryin' hard to really care Cheap intoxicated showdown Cardboard corrugated dreams Brothers givin' you the lowdown He says, he don't...

Mrs. Smith is holding an inspection She's a model of society Wears a cross, but only for protection From her own immorality But she's sayin' I'm an abhoration Burn in hell for all my decorations Start lookin' for...

He was more than just a drifter An angel in disguise In a worn out leather jacket Where he used to make his home His luggage was the bags beneath his eyes And we're ridin' on, ridin' on With a sense of deceny, secure...

Gotta big monkey and he's on my back It's warmer than china, it's better thatn crack It's burnin' like fire, it's takin' my soul So damn addicted to rock-n-roll All my life's a mere distraction I'm about to lose my mind...

Hear that you went hoppin' Went from bar to bar last night Then you lost your lunch on Susie And you started up a fight You were dancin' on the tables And rollin' 'round the floor And when your glass was empty You went...

Well some are built for comfort And some are built for speed But the more I think about it A slow one's what I need 'Cause some think fast is better They're quicker off the line Ahead is too damn easy It's harder from...

Gotta make a stand Gettin' too damned deep, I think I need my shovel Gettin' deep my brother Gotta make a stand, yeah Hearin' all your lies, I don't need another No, you're not my brother Yeah, I'm gettin' tired Tired...

For too long, I've been searchin' I need someone to make it right I've been a whippin' post for way too long I can't find the strength to fight I need somebody who won't drag me down You know that's how it's gotta be...

Tryin' to make a silk purse from a drunken pig Just because the masses do it, don't mean that it's hip You can lead a whore to culture But you cannot make her think You can try to give her champagne But a beer's her...