I used to roam all night long I lurked the streets late at night I ain't never comin' home But loneliness is part of the game And misery loves company
(A. Ferrier) AL FERRIER (poss. Goldband) It's lonely living, when you're all alone Sitting and waiting by the telephone Waiting for a call that never
Ten years ago, on a cold dark night There was someone killed 'neath the town hall light There were few at the scene but they all agreed That the slayer
When you found somebody new I thought I never would forget you More that I thought I never could But times takin' all the pain away Until now I'm down
If you leave this world before me I promise to you I shall keep I won't fall in love with another one Over your ashes I shall weep If you leave before
The days of wine and roses Were a long time ago The proms, teenage cruisin' And the picture show You tried so hard To fix your outsides Until you realized
Eighteen years in a traveling band Seen a lot of one night stands And still I found myself so very much alone And it took those years to find myself
The news is out all over town That you've been seen out running 'round I guess that I should leave but then I just can't go you win again This heart
Well it's been ten years and a thousand tears And look at the mess I'm in A broken nose and a broken heart An empty bottle of gin Well, I sit and I pray
Oh, the rain is slowly falling And my heart is so sore Six more miles and leave my darlin' Never to meet no more Six more miles to the graveyard Six
comme quand une peine tombe Mais laisse dire les gens maudire mon genre de musique urbaine Refrain Ghetto moudjahidin MG guerriers de l'effort MG Ness
Ici trop de fictions, et sur les miens la conscience joue Les films inspirent tres tot et a la moindre embrouille on se tient en joux. On reve de malfrats
Ca me fait chier c'est la deche, triche on s'arrache pour s'enrichir On s'empeche pas de pecher, on agit souvent sans reflechir Flechir devant le manque
J'ai comencer par bismilah & j'ai termine terife par s'ke le monde ma fai starfulah a ne pas soposer tous c'est gens qui meurent san dire bismilah les
C'etait l'epoque ou, avec les potes on aimait s'evader Loin des tours etourdissantes pour ce refuge en foret Cris de momes synonymes d'hymnes a la vie
Eh ici parle surtout pas d'accord de Schengen J'entend des guns shots pour l'appat du gain de shit J'entend des chants de guerre sur un fond Kool-N-
viennent voire. C?est le ghetto frere, il faut expliquer que nous on est des soldats. Have 2 Guerre, c?est toujours pareille, donc toujours les memes textes. 2eme albums, toujours la, Ness
l'exode, les esprits s'excitent trop d'exces Sortir sans embuche, ni obstacle trouver l'acces Partir loin d'ici, une legende comme le Loch Ness Tout