Lletres:
Thursday Other

ourselves In forty shades of fire Do you know where this is leading? I'll meet you there On the other side of the crash On the other side of the glass

ourselves For these shades of fire Do you know where this is leading? I will meet you there On the other side of the crash On the other side of the glass

Traducció: Dijous. L'altre costat de la caiguda / Canvi i fora (de control).

5-4-3-2-1 Lets start a fire. Burn this town from inside out. Till no ones left alive. And you can?t feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the

Conditions are getting worse And there's nothing left I can do Gonna leave while I can I'm gonna... with or without you It never used to be like this

You know it sounds better in the long run, where your words and symbols stack up into the night Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol

[Originally by Buzzcocks] You spurn my natural emotions You make me feel like dirt And I'm hurt And if I start a commotion I run the risk of losing

owed If he's in some other land Write it off as stole Take me to the repo man To pay back what was owed If he's in some other land Write it off as stole

, the Hong Kong Fooey, human tornado like Rudy Turning your bomb-ba-zee into doobies Platinum overseas like the Fugees, Japanese Germany groupies, mooshi mooshi, sniffin' lines Off each other