: The Lust of the Libertines Is really quite tame It rages quietly nigh here beside you And your lust for fame But fame is such a sinister game, I know
: The seven deadly sins We find them all ??? Where degenerate kings pushy beggars Fallen ladies of letters and verse Pride, lust, gluttony, greed, sloth
: I, I know a girl, And she flies Right off the handle At the sound Of scratching on the wall Well, it could go either way But I don't mind at all ?Cause
: Well life is short We spend all our time Just fucking fighting my friend Well a soul can't be bought Not with a cheap rhyme And I know that when I
my heart was a summer breeze & she would meet me in Chinatown for opium and tea.....and she always bought me flowers. But I spared you those old ballads, songs
: A slave's a girl who slaves her days away In arabesques & minarettes Tablecloths and serviettes. She's singing 'this is what you get' First you put
: I won me a mocking bird a mocking bird I won me a mocking bird when I gambled all night long mocking bird was a talking bird squeaking all night long
: "Bill bones knows what I mean "Its Bill Bones, Bill Bones" " ha argg ha ha etc" Shipped on board off a Liverpool liner (CHORUS) Way hey hold on board
Oh no! Don't look back into the sun You got your past, but you are on the run I know the lies you said You dared to say I heard that song at the
: Noone got it right noone got it wrong live outside your head live inside a song these long lost week days spilling over me your outline are all i can
: Oh Sally Brown she's a creole lady, Way, hay, roll an' go. Sally Brown's a gay old lady, Spend my money on Sally Brown. Sally Brown she has a daughter
's going on Into this world that I'm drawn They'll kill you before you're born They'll porn your soul to be number one You say it's old fashioned same old song
: Theres one man left to thank Built it with his hands One man left to thank He didnt need to carve it into something Carve it into something new Carve
: On the bus the other day You could tell right from the start Theres magic in the? Can you play guitar boy Can you play guitar The truth is known the
: Your love it was only a whisp away You scratch my hand and say theres a better land Well I know your daddy hes not rich And your mothers a drunk But
Poussee par le vent, je brule et je m'enfume. Entre mes dunes reposent mes infortunes. C'est nue que j'apprends la vertu. Chorus Je, je, suis libertine
'ecume Poussee par le vent je brule et je m'enrhume Entre mes dunes, reposent mes infortunes C'est nue que j'apprends la vertu Je je, suis libertine
