Tekster:
Killing The Dream Lucky Me

tried, we failed. It's just too easy now to do the right thing, And we need a challenge. We won't stop till we take everything. We won't stop till we kill

Because I let you die. I thought I'd hear you Call me in the darkness I always thought I'd see you at my worst- My most desperate. But I never dreamed

strength He lifts himself back up A little lighter now To see flowers blooming underneath him In the safety of these trees We're staring over now We live our lucky

Yeah, it?s like wakin? up from a bad dream (America) Just to figure out you wasn?t dreamin? in the first place If all I saw was gangsters comin? up as

. People tell me I'm so lucky Six of the hottest bitches waitin' to fuck me And I feel pathetic And the thing's that's odd - maybe another vicodin will bring me

down at heel ?Cos my sense lead me here Dream a South Pacific Dream of now or never land Suitcase full of good ideas History that's filled with tears Kill

time to kill Lucky I resist all temptations Revolving doors go round Her appearance worse a need A scene that's hard to be noticed Do everything to chase her dream

Twiddly dee fe fi fo fum There's a giant sleeping and his pants are undone He shows no pity for anyone He's sure to be killed before the morning comes

in Denver Hard rock don't stop down in Vegas In Cincinnati the girls call me Daddy And I probably aint leavin' the next time I'm in Cleveland Found my lucky