P.O.D. - Wicked run
Tekst :
I m tellin you, if you don t like this music...You just rest you heart for a minute.
And God will send his Holy Spirit to speak to your heart.
And you can stand there and just groove ya know?
The Bible says God has given us authority and power
in the name of Jesus. And that choice is yours, if you call
on that name and take that power is up to you.
Cause where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
That s where we come out where we come
Cause where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
That s where we come out where we come
Cause where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Oh where we come out where we come
The Wicked Run
Cause where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
That s where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come, where we come
Cause where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
That s where we come out where we come
Cause where you come, where you come
The Wicked Run
That s where you come out where you come
Cause where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
That s where we come out where we come
The Wicked Run
Cause where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come, where we come
The Wicked Run
Where we come, where we come
What? What?
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Losowe utwory
F.B.I.
Here we go
F.B.I.
Here we go
F.B.I.
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you know, you gotta get ack to know
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you run, he´s the man with the silver gun
Verse 1:...
F.B.I.
Here we go
F.B.I.
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you know, you gotta get ack to know
Here we go, here we go, yo don´t you run, he´s the man with the silver gun
Verse 1:...
Boulevard du crime
Sur le boulevard du Crime,
Pour voir la pantomyme,
Ce soir, on se bouscule.
Au théâtre des Funambules,
Les amours de Pierrot,
Ça fait pleurer Margot
Et rire dans la tourmente
Le Paris de mille huit cent trente.
Masques sont vert damasques...
Pour voir la pantomyme,
Ce soir, on se bouscule.
Au théâtre des Funambules,
Les amours de Pierrot,
Ça fait pleurer Margot
Et rire dans la tourmente
Le Paris de mille huit cent trente.
Masques sont vert damasques...
Everything is all right by me now
Conscience has come its incest as always
made us believers
i am not the one
wanting fought off desire
everything is alright by me now
nervous and numb
flew over the top of it
outstretched each arm with a reason for being
made us believers
i am not the one
wanting fought off desire
everything is alright by me now
nervous and numb
flew over the top of it
outstretched each arm with a reason for being
Spoon
Carrying my own in the afternoon,
Hiding a spoon she will be soon.
Waiting fork weeds alive,
Spends me her joke, she slips me alive.
Carrying my own in the afternoon,
Hiding a spoon she will be soon.
Waiting fork weeds alive,
Spends me her joke, she slips me alive.
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want...
Hiding a spoon she will be soon.
Waiting fork weeds alive,
Spends me her joke, she slips me alive.
Carrying my own in the afternoon,
Hiding a spoon she will be soon.
Waiting fork weeds alive,
Spends me her joke, she slips me alive.
Oh, sitting on my chair where nobody want...
Cause you had a bad day
Where is the moment when we needed the most
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion s gone away
And I don t need no carryin on
You stand in the light just to hit a new...
You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost
They tell me your blue skies fade to grey
They tell me your passion s gone away
And I don t need no carryin on
You stand in the light just to hit a new...