C’est vous les Golden boys? Ici c’est country western I AM A POOR LONESOMECOWBOY FAR AWAY FROM HOME OFTEN I AM JUST THE PREY AND THEN IT IS NO GOOD THE ONLY TRAVEL-COMPANION IS MY HORSE HE IS ALWAYS VERY CALM WE DRIFT THROUGH THE ROUGH LAND BUT I ALWAYS USE MY COMMON SENSE BALLAD OF A LONESOME COWBOY
C’est la fièvre ce soir c’est wizzz You see you were Born, born, born to be alive (Born to be alive) You see you were Born, born, born (Born to be alive) It's good to be alive To be alive To be alive It's good to be alive To be alive To be alive P.Hernandez Born to be alive
Death, death, megadeath… Fuck everything (except cheese) I hate my life (but I love cheese) I wish I was dead (if it wasn't for cheese) I'm so hardcore (and so is cheese) I'm only living for the cheese The cheese that keeps me going Fresh Mozzerella and sweet Parmasean Once I cut myself on the lawn And then I founf something that made me smile And it was cheese...cheese...CHEESE! Slipknot Dead on the Inside
Beer, sex, and décibels Motörhead Ace of spade If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man, You win some, lose some, all the same to me, The pleasure is to play, makes no difference what you say, I don't share your greed, the only card I need is The Ace Of Spades The Ace Of Spades
Keusse ta ta ? Tête de satan Viens avec moi, on va se filer, Tête à tête je vais te fumer derrière les cyprès Et tout s'arrangeait ou se réglait à la danse L'un disait " Fils, t'y a aucune chance... " Eh les filles, mes chaussures brillent Hop ! Un tour, je vrille Je te bousille, tu te rhabille Et moi je danse le mia IAM Je danse le mia
Compay Segundo Guantanamera Yo soy un hombre sincero de donde crece la palma y antes de morirme quiero echar mis versos del alma. Guantanamera,guajira Guantanamera, Guantanamera,guajira Guantanamera.
Valstar, 8.8 and dinentel Fuck The System Fucking Liar I Don't Want A Holiday In The Sun You're A Fucking Bastard Lie To Me There Is No Point Never Sell Out Noise Annoys Never Changed Why Are You Doing This To Me Chaos Is My Life Violent Society Was It Me The Exploited Fuck the system
You are so beautiful Grateful dead Mama tried And i turned 21 in prison, doin' life without parole No one could steer me right, but mama tried, mama tried Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleadin' i denied That leaves no one but me to blame cause mama tried.
Yo man !! Old pirates, yes, they rob I; Sold I to the merchant ships, minute safter they took I From the bottomless pit. But my hand was made strong By the 'and of the Almighty. We forward in this generation Triumphantly. Won't you help to sing These songs of freedom? - 'Cause all I ever have: Redemption songs; Redemption songs. Bob Marley Redemption songs
Bolly Wolly Deep down in Louisiana close to New Orleans, way back up in the woods among the evergreens, There stood an log cabin made of earth and wood, where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Good, Who never ever learned to read or write so well, but he could play a guitar just like a-ringing a bell. Go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Go, Johnny, go, go! Johnny B. Good! Chuck Berry Johnny B. Good
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