Frou Frou - Maddening shroud

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Sometimes I like to get away from this maddening shroud
Sometimes I love, you know, it s all insane
Maybe it s time for me to pack it in
Maybe it s time for me to track it in
Maybe it s time for me to throw...

Oh, I ve got a good mind to throw it all away
Throw it all away
Throw it all away
After all, what is it worth?

Sometimes I like to get away from the saddening crowd
Sometimes I feel my life is all in vain
Maybe it s time for me to pack it in
Maybe it s time for me to track it in
Maybe it s time for me to throw...

Oh, I ve got a good mind to throw it all away
Throw it all away
Throw it all away
After all, what is it worth?

Some days my strength walks out
Some days I can t go out
It is for real
We can walk about
We can work it over and over and over...

I ve got a good mind to throw it all away...

Inne utwory

  • Old piano
  • Hear me out
  • Must be dreaming
  • Breathe in
  • Close up
  • Shh
  • Flicks
  • Psychobabble
  • Let go
  • Holding out for a hero
  • Only got one
  • The dumbing down of love
  • Diving by four strings

    • Losowe utwory

    Through the eyes of a child

    Sweet innocent child, with your open eyes,
    you´ve seen us foul,
    we really are
    And I know that we will be tomorrow to their
    how can held this glory day?
    And I wish that this world will embrace you from magic stars and mystery.
    My open heart...

    Refrain:

    Why did...

    You never know

    Yeah, you never know how you hurt me, baby
    How bad i feel inside
    Oh, you never know how much you hurt me, woman
    How bad i feel inside
    I believed you when you said you loved me
    Oh, but i know you lied

    Oh, when i lay down in darkness
    I keep hearin your sweet...

    Nowhere kids

    In the land of dirt and plaster
    Lies an army of a thousand nowhere kids
    Losing ground and falling faster
    Into a life that no one should have to live

    We are the people that you hate
    We are the bastards that you created (the fucking bastards that you...

    Kryśka i DJ

    Ostatnią płytę wyjął spod igły
    Gibki disc-jokey, skończył się krzyk
    A do stolika, tej brzydkiej Kryśki
    Znów się niestety nie dosiadł nikt

    Trzeba zapłacić za colę, kawę
    I iść do domu samotnie spać
    Trzy paczki caro spaliła prawie
    Więc w gardle sucho i straszny kac

    Nie zatańczyła znów ni kawałka
    Choć przecież tańczyć umie, że hej
    Więc w jej dziewczęcym...

    For my King

    (Tribute to the black man)

    When i meet my king
    it would be a beautiful thing
    walking through the gates of heaven
    seeing my mother again
    like cooking naked in my heels
    smoking, fucking again
    reppin through the park steppin doin our thing
    i m lovin him
    he s lovin me
    together chillin ...