Dance Hall Crashers все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

It feeds on every dream you've had and lures you in only to feel bad.
That dull thud you've gotten used to is just her way of welcoming you.
It never meant to kill you, but of course it's deliberate too.
Those promises meant nothing.
She just laughs at your chest pounding.

Beverly kills-don't let it get you.
Don't let Beverly kill you to.

Four days left in the week
And already I looked ahead
I'm tired, so anxious
Dazed, confused, and seeing red
Sometimes the day seem so long
I wish my boss hadn't taken my bong
Sometimes the days seem long.. so long

I can't seem to remember if you were kinder
Did you even care about my peace of mind
I find that in the end, you're just a big old..
I can't seem to recall why you keep on laughing
At your stupid jokes, They're a waste of your time
'Cause I find that in the end, you're just a big old bore
And I never wanted more than just a little fun
I don't want to behave

It began with a mistake,
I don't know what was at stake
I realize I was to blame, I just want things to be the same
I'll be the first to apologize and I know these things take time
I think of you and I see red even though you were alright in bed
It's not that we don't get along, it's just that you are always wrong
At least you could pretend that I was right in the end
Why won't you ever let this die, you can see how hard I've tried

I saw you
I saw who you really were
You were something
Truly to me
Not that you would ever know
For anything

How I watched you (how I watched you)

Yesterday the leaves were brown,
And I was wearing a big frown.
Because my lover left me for the girl,
That he had loved before.

The sky was cloudy then turned blue,
Because I saw it was no use.
To want someone whose heart was elsewhere.

In the snow, i sleep freezing
Constantly coughing and wheezing.
Been awake the whole night through,
My mind reeling with thoughts of you.

Sitting in the north pole,
It is really cold,
But i'm still waiting for you.

we always need a skinhead BBQ back in the month of June
to ward off all the bad feelings left over from the fall and spring.
we must rely on common sense to keep us out of any mess,
protect all those who do attend and entertain them until the end.

why can't all things be simple just like a BBQ,
a summer skinhead BBQ - someday they will, someday they will, someday they will.
hamburgers and hot dogs, chips and onion dip,

Jot down the words you want me to say
Make sure they don't conflict with mine in any way
Make them sound good
Remember the laws that apply
I gave you a buck it's my right to decide
Pretend your life is squeaky clean
Pure as the virgin you think your daughter is
She laughs in your face

There he goes running down the street.
He's moving and panting and stomping his feet.
He's hoping and trying to lose the law.
He's almost away but there is a flaw.
He hit a dead end and there is no way out,
But it seems as if he has no doubt.
Look at that hole in the wall to his right.
He's punching the bricks out with all of his might.