can't stand to see the waste No more of your store away then throw away mentality Who's the real thief? The one who breaks the lock to eat Or the one
Above the city, above my grave, from a rooftop looking down. I've been asleep for four years but I'm waking up. And if you'd found me dead on your floor
The optimist that died in me awoke to the pale blue in your eyes to show me there's a world I gave up long before I married to the bottle, hit the road
they can do it better let them take you miles from home. You say that you care for the people they fed. Then tell them what you want to do. Is it love or
I made a big mistake thinking how things could have changed. Some people are destined to fail. Some people are meant to be great. I've seen this sad
I see myself in my fathers eyes I see my strengths and my weaknesses There's children safe in their mother's arms But photos can be misleading Right on
Where do I sleep tonight? Where did I leave my mind? I'll end up on the floor And these words will do just fine. I remember the nights spent up on
Riding my bike over the Mass Ave bridge, and I'm staring at the cityscape. Seems like forever since we started this adventure and the days are getting
Wake up and grab your bags. California's burning to the ground. Wake up and grab your things. You and I are leaving Los Angeles. They'll try to hold
They're looking for a cure for your problem, but the money isn't the solution. The money is in the medicine sold. While they're working for a drug free
where are my friends tonight who's looking out for me i don't mind drinking by myself i don't wanna be alone again where are my friends tonight who
Let those feelings go. Because I let those feelings go from the inside and I still can't find a decent reason to be anywhere. If I could fill this hole
If you could see the women and children, the people we've all laid to rest. If you could bomb a city the size of Chicago here, tell me where is your conscience
the country's economy. But we've got a plan to get back all the hours and days and the years that they take. We say, we'll smoke this city to the filter
Vertimas: Dūmų ar gaisro. Kalifornijos deginimas.
Vertimas: Dūmų ar gaisro. The Hard Way.
Vertimas: Dūmų ar gaisro. Mylintis, Self-neapykanta.
Vertimas: Dūmų ar gaisro. Atsisveikinti su Bostono.
