| QUEEN | zpevák,
písnickár, pevec, básník, zpevavý pták | | | | |
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| Hodnost
of clen urcitý písen | | Death On Two Legs (Dedicated to...) | | Zpevák
Malír Delat tlumocníka | | Queen | | Album
of tato hudba mp3 of song | | neznámá | | Datovat | | 12.14.2005 | |
Death On Two Legs (Dedicated to...)
You suck my blood like a lich
You break the law and you breach
Screw my brain till it hurts
You've taken all my money - you still want more,
Misguided old mule
With your pigheaded rules
With your narrow-minded cronies who are fools of the first division -
Death on two legs -
You're tearing me apart,
Death on two legs
You never had a heart of your own -
Kill joy, Bad Guy,
Big talking, Small fry
You're just an old barrow-boy
Have you found a new toy to replace me,
Can you face me -
But now you can kiss my ass goodbye
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Feel good, are you satisfied
Do you feel like suicide {I think you should}
Is your conscience all right
Does it plague you at night,
Do you feel good - Feel good!
Talk like a big business tycoon,
But you're just a hot-air balloon,
So no one gives you a damn,
You're just an overgrown school-boy
Let me tan your hide.
A dog with disease,
King of the 'sleaze'
Put your money where your mouth is Mr. Know all,
Was the fin on your back part of the deal {shark!}
Death on two legs
You're tearing me apart,
Death on two legs -
You never had a heart of your own,
{You never did, right from the start}
Insane, you should be put inside,
You're a sewer-rat decaying in a cesspool of pride
Should be made unemployed
Then make yourself null-and-void,
Make me feel good
I feel good.
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