Тексты песен «Marc Blackwell»

It's a bad horizon that I'm staring at There's a long dark road leading back Regret is pushing me as the sun is shutting down Redemption can't be found here in this tired old ghost town It's a bad horizon, looks a lot...

I thought she was simple, I thought she was free From the conventions that this world heeds I thought she had her own mind up inside that head I thought we'd live our own lives but we're living theirs instead The...

I don't get motivated till the straits are dire I don't get out of my seat until the heat breathes fire I get complacent. I feel a little bit tired I never break a sweat unless the sh*t gets higher Bring me trouble...

I'm staring straight ahead, I tore off the rear view Motorcycle growls, brake never gets used Pipe's spittin' flame, pavement burning tire Night and day, riding fire Chasing shooting stars Racing after rainbows...

You're hotter than our bonfire I'm ready to be burned Your kisses are my kerosene You're dousing me with flirt I'm going berserk Strike that match Baby, light my spark Come on, fan my flame Yeah, fire my heart Fire my...

She knows my weaknesses, I let her get too close She knows where to cut so I bleed the most She could use a gun but that would be too quick She could use a knife but that would be to clean She likes to rip Her rusty...

I got friends with serious problems I got friends on the edge and wobblin' I'd like to help, but I got my own stuff right now I got friends who drink too much I got friends who do some drugs I do some too, but I think...

I'm walking down a street I don't know nobody's name (they don't know me) I got no friends here I don't see anyone I wanna meet It's a lonely town and it's a lonely day I feel my lonely heart, but I gotta stay Can't...

I feel my heart beat on a Saturday night Watching pretty girls under flashing lights Is there one for me, is there one for me I see them leave the clubs with these awful guys I know it can't be good, it can't be wise...

I play Russian Roulette and life is my bullet Sometimes it's a hand grenade Even with all my amputations I'm still digging my own grave And I shovel fast, I'm in neck deep 'Bout 6 feet down is where I sleep I'm self...