Howl! Seven days to the wolves Where will we be when they come? Seven days to the poison And a place in heaven Time drawing near us They come to take us The wolves, my love, will come Taking us home where dust once was a man Is there life before a death?

Tell me where am I now (oh-o) Why, where and how All this time Show me the road back home (oh-yeah) Show me the road back home, back home You never sympathize I can't find my way back inside What you give is what you get But you drew the line on me baby

Hooked to the things that make us fall, and the words that burn like gasoline We can't erase these endless thoughts, Can't kill what fuels our apathy We want satisfaction, we want our peace Apathy, your satisfaction I feel so little change, it always

110 in the shade Iced tea won’t cut it And neither will lemonade I need a cold Budweiser on a bar stool And a jukebox by my dear Singing cold beer country 'Cause it’s cold beer country round here So dang hot you want to sit around naked Ain’t rained one

Eu só preciso ser Eu não preciso me justificar Mas não posso ter que me calar Eu não preciso ensinar Eu não preciso pregar Eu não preciso me explicar Não 'to aqui pra dar exemplo Nem buscando acalento Eu não preciso me posicionar

D-A-N-G-E-R-O-U-S A-N-I-M-A-L I'm pinned down by the dark Makes my head pirouette Been fighting with my sheets And nearly crying in my sleep Yes, I'm battling that well taught gripe The most restraining type You should have racing stripes

Some things are just meant to be Going a hundred in a fifty-five And I don't know why I'm still alive, but I Do what I can, but I know I can't take anymore I still believe in this Rock 'n Roll And I pray the music gon' save my soul, but 'Til then I still

Où il fait toujours beau, où tous les jours sont chauds Où l'on passe sa vie à jouer Sans songer à l'école, en pleine liberté, Je me souviens de ces matins d'hiver Dans la nuit sombre et glacée Quand je marchais à côté de mon frère Sur le chemin des

We drink your blood When the midnight sky is red And we call the sanguine saints And we open your veins We drink, we drink, we drink your blood Kyrie eleison When the midnight sky is red (We drink your blood) Our mother God we hold the sword in holy

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