Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are at the office, sir Your beats are
In New York the shooting of another unarmed black man Raises further questions about NYPD tactics On Friday an undercover policeman Shot and killed Patrick
(Intro) Well, what about? What is it that they're, that younger women are pushing up against? They would seem to have a list of options to choose on
No shopping, no choice I can't stay here and listen to your voice I'll be gone before you're home And if you want to know where, I went to Then baby you
So you wanna hang out with me tonight? Well You're cool, but I'm right, so I'll set the dial to "no fights." And as we leave the club, and the sun
It feels so 80's Or early 90's To be political Where are my friends? (Get off the Internet) I'll meet you in the street (Get off the Internet) Destroy
Yr critique is superficial but yr hatred's like the rain. We could agree to disagree, you know But I gotta catch my train [Chorus:] So, go-go, go
I am so distant And so cold I've lived too long And I'm so old I've tried so many distant ways I've watched each one of them delayed I can't expound for
Rifle through your desk from a hundred yards away, camouflaged in pigeon shit, high on the tower of brotherly love. A hopeless romantic, Cupid's arrow
written, arranged, composed & produced by Felix J. Gauder & Olaf Roberto Bossi Submitted: Philipp Widmer aka PeeWee Das Fraulein vom Amt ist uberall bekannt
This is the office of a busy man Can you hold the line? In pipes the music you can't understand Can you change the station? Is there a message? He's on
BRAND: "I have wealth beyond measure- My treasures are words forged by time in a tale of such beauty they cry to be heard. Still a young fool was I as
We drove through the night Listening to Pavement on the stereo And wondering to ourselves Will we see the sunrise Before the drugs wear off? Crossed
Ah lei crede che sia qui per lei,ma lei si sbaglia,ah lei dice che ha ragione lei che esiste solo lei,che e bella solo lei,che lei e proprio lei,ma lei
Nella grande tartaruga con i tetti a scaglie grige si rincorrono gli odori i colori e le puttane nel gran ventre del paese ci son posti che sono strani
A verse from that old crooner's song played, Said that ?Every street's a boulevard in Ole' New York.? Well if that's the case, then this is the biggest
Ano inteiro trabalhando de office boy Pra no final do ano pagar de playboy A galera toda junta, sem camisa e suada No final do espediente eu encontro
Caution, hot ashes The girl says to her first kiss They stuck eternity inside a bird?s fist just to watch it fly Just to make it go Just to let them