Brody Dalle piosenki

Out of the gods unto the earth Under the sky back into the dirt You have a secret buried inside,..and I know A horror to tell A nightmare to hide Find your weakness and kill it Find your weakness, go on, kill it So long, good riddance There's blood i...

Where do you go when you feel like there's nowhere to go? When you're crawling to get out of inside yourself And run for the door How do you know which way to go? Do you follow somebody else? All I really know is that I'll carry on I'm gonna carry on...

Here they're coming with their guns, guns, guns Singing, "You, stick 'em up!" Here they're coming with their guns, guns, guns Singing, "You, stick 'em up!" You don't wanna, don't wanna Don't wanna mess with me Here they're coming with their guns, guns,...

I've travelled all around the world and the loneliest place is where you are I don't miss you much at all, Somehow the pain of losing you has let me go That empty space you left has grown roses out of shit and one thing's for sure I don't need your love...

Where is the sun? You're numb and dumb Please, I need the seeds of change It's wearing a new dream It's ripping at the seams I've come undone And there is one place left to run ,,.and that is,.. Never let yourself give in When you're trying to start a...

You have felt, you and I You might need them Perfect parasite, you might need them You and I, dealing meth We'll never get it right Shot through the heart, baby I'm gonna love you forever And it will take me all night You know I'll love you forever...

Do what you must. Blow off the dust. All these shackles and chains. And growing pains. So many lives ,secrets and lies. In minutes and hours memories devoured One look in your eyes, sound in your voice, speaking to me, a sequel to me. Across the ocea...

I got a gun pointed at the rat race Got my own private road to hell I got a tree, it grows money But it's growing old, and it's winter now I'm a sure fire assassin Not so sure of what I'm meant to do Am I meant to kill? Am I meant to thrill? I'm gonna...

I got a place in the underworld That's where I'll go when the map runs out I want a clean slate, kissing the morgue On my knees swallowing swords Ouroboros I want to go down to Mexico, hear the horns sing in Jalisco I want to lay where the old crones r...