a loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier
loser The little bombardier Lines of worry appeared with age Unskilled hands that knew no trade Spent his time in the picture house The little bombardier
Vertimas: David Bowie. Mažasis Bombardier.
The word went round in no dream town They shut us up and the shutters down The planes flew in and laid the ground We built upon and spun around God's
This is the deepest cut I, Think I have ever felt, These are the things I think but I will never tell. I'm trying to walk these bridges, Burning beneath
Suicide dive bombers it's a false colored world one of kings and misfits bombs and renagades babe now where do you fit in? paint the colors in love recollect
Note: This song appears to be 3 seconds long "Zero, Zero, Take Cover." (Instrumental)
All clear wail the sirens Sunshine on the waste land Old man sitting in the white sand Think we're in for a big surprise Right between the eyes Seemed
Look up, I hear the scream of sirens on the wall I see a policeman, crying in the backseat of a dying Ford Hotel waiters leave the bedrooms of stars who
All dead boys say There's no heaven All this world is a Berlin after the bombing They're between little Angel has gaurds hover around All you see
i pulled my teeth to make you watch steal your breath and you can catch it like a red *?* in wet black mud it's just a bad case of bad bad blood two steps
