Dont'cha know I With my head hangin' down And I wonder Who's lovin' you And girl since I don't think All I can do When I (when I) had you (had you)

A hillbilly rock star out of control I'm living in fast forward Now I need to rewind real slow 'Cause I'm living in fast forward The body's a temple; that's what we're told I've treated this one like an old honky-tonk Greasy cheeseburgers and cheap

Se você já cansou de ser enganada Não tenho culpa se por outro alguém sofreu Pensa o tanto que 'cê já bebeu E pra você eu sou passado E hoje eu nem chego a ser eu ex Olha o que 'cê fez Eu nem fui seu namorado Mas tinha certeza que era seu

Y a pas moyen Djadja J'suis pas ta catin Djadja, genre en Catchana baby tu dead ça Putain mais tu déconnes C'est pas comme ça qu'on fait les choses Oh Djadja, j'suis pas ta catin Djadja, non Aya Nakamura oh yeah Hello papi mais qué pasa? J'entends des

I cannot cry ?cause the shoulder cries more Get away, run away, fly away Lead me astray, to dreamer?s hideaway I cannot die, I, the whore for the cold world Forgive me, I have but two faces One for the world, One for God save me I cannot die, I, a whore

As I follow you, where will you lead me In the moment you die Why do we owe anyone repentance, repentance We don't owe, we don't owe Question, all that you knew Question, It's how you'll find the truth Question, question It will only make you stronger To

And it's something along the way It's coming on, it's coming on I don't know why I keep acting this way And everybody knows it's strange Something along the way Tonight, gonna leave my body Tonight, somebody's lover A hole in my head, I can feel it all

No, we're not gonna work this out tonight (We won't work this out) No, we're not gonna make this right So I'll give a kiss and say goodbye (Give a kiss goodbye) Cause we're not gonna work this out, tonight Well, here we are again Throwing punchlines, no

I need love and affection I don't wanna give you the wrong impression And I hope I'm not sounding too desperate Love, love, love, love and affection Love, love, L.O.V.E and affection It ain't nothin' wrong with it Oh baby, I'm not asking for the world,

On the road again, again Nous étions jeunes et larges d'épaules On attendait que la mort nous frôle Bandits joyeux, insolents et drôles Au petit jour on quittait l'Irlande Et derrière nous s'éclairait la lande Il fallait bien un jour qu'on nous pende La