Backboard, Steuerboard, wer kennt das neue Wort Fur den wahren Kurs der scheinbar hielt, bis Profit ward erzielt East last, west, best, bekannt ist auch
Waiting for something to break Left my heart out to bake Nothing there in my glass Wasn't never made to last Hope in my past Hope in my past Hope in
Cat's eyes Circle the globe on protruding white stalks Dancers with green trays, baskets Snakes slither and probe A bridge of dog size A bench, a chair
Bow down for the band on the cover They seem to make it all across the USA Bow down, the band's been discovered They even made it on the R.S-tones these
Luau! If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat Eat my buddy Pumbaa here because he is a treat Come on down and dine On this tasty swine All
I lost my heart, my home is the ocean. The waves underneath will soon be my home. I will fall asleep. I'll close my eyes and dream of days when I wasn
(feat. Del The Funky Homosapien) Here we go [Chorus:] Life is a blast when you know what you're doin Best to know what you're doin 'fore your life
Lyrics: FALCO, Music: Robert Ponger; Published by P.S.-Music/Edition Falkenhorst Backboard, Steuerboard, wer kennt das neue Wort Fur den wahren Kurs
We'll, I can't stand you lying here on the floor. But then again, I've asked you to move before, and you haven't. I tried to get out of my apt. door,
Hard times are hard to forget. None of us want evil friends, but when something mean is done to someone else, who will not remember it? Something
When you heard those chicks talking 'bout your best friend, did you tell them that it hurts to offend? So much is wasting my time, we travel on the animal
I fire myself ten times a day I throw myself in a watery grave With fourteen horses on top of my head I hear the voice again and again I walk through
As I rode out one winter's day Through the silver arches I spied a lady in a silver dress And I heard her whisper We got a plan and we're gonna do bad
The pirates and the western girls Are stronger than you think It rains on the Pacific, But the wooden ships don't sink It rains on the biosphere With
49 reasons to live and one to die. Which one do I see through my myopic eye? You're the only me I feel like talking to. I swallowed a bottle of you
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