«60 revolutions per minute, this is my regular speed, so how do you want me to live with it? How do you want me to live with it? Without ringing all alarms! Without overthrowing czars! Without emptying the bars! Without screwing with your charts!

I'm gathering new generation that's gonna stand up to it, to this karaoke, karaoke dictatorship. Where posers and models with guitars boogie to the shit for beats. I make a better rock revolution alone with my dick!»

sábado, 7 de novembro de 2009

Another bag of bricks

So, deafen me with silence, drown me with your roar, scowl me with your hollow eyes, still burning to the core. No door will go unanswerd like so many closed before. No vagabond to knock upon this tired and beating war.When all return from exile, free from all once bound, decline and brawl old parasites - the truth will yet be found.

Flogging Molly

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