old flame is still burning there Don't stare, shadows in the smoke whisper everywhere Everywhere, anywhere is nowhere when you don't care so Beware an old flame
Vertimas: Bažnyčios. Senas Flame.
bride But something touched me deep inside the day the music died So bye, bye Miss American Pie Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry And them good old
Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news Souls are invaded, heart in a groove Beatin' and beatin', so outta time What's the mad matter with the church chimes
Hittin both coasts, leavin niggas comatosed That's why I wear the chrome close And we'll all meet the omen in the moment of most Runnin in churches with
I would've put down the mic and say fuck it I'll never rise to fame But with the wicked records I contain, I could prolly jeopardize your name No lovey-dovey let's ignite the flame
you need the most Can leave you feeling just like a ghost? You never want to feel so sad and lost again One day you could be looking Through an old
(I) old haunts I found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, found a home in the darkness, Empty stomach empty head a body fills a vacant
in flames I've been stood up and I've been frozen out I've been hurt but never felt As helpless as I'm feeling now I went to church and got down on
It was the town that made America famous The churches full and the kids all gone to hell Six traffic lights and seven cops and all the streets kept clean
scream through the night And dream the policemen to hell Close all the windows and close all the doors Close all the shutters and blinds Close down the churches
that he own It's like a box of jewelry He's got his own church bell And his bed, it lays in a gallery And all the colors they shine like flames Coming
mama tried And I've lived those teenage Friday nights The pyramid of cans in the pale moon light And that summer Becky broke my heart Alabama sang old flame
pretty shitty on a church day Ya city my committee, tustle where the dirt stay Smoke inside the cell dirt, tray's are undercovers Old head feed kids
and they never went back Then came the churches, then came the schools Then came the lawyers, then came the rules Then came the trains and trucks with their loads And the dirty old
and dreary And even though you can't hear me I'll still sing You go to church and pray on Sunday You think your sins are cleaned up that way Don
and dreary And even though you can't hear me I'll still sing You go to church and pray on Sunday You think your sins are cleaned up that way Don'
