Tekster:
Sick Of It All Cry For Help

fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help [x4] Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help

too fucking cool. Unexitable Feigning control with detachment. Cry for help [x4] Don't turn away it's a cry for help Don't turn away it's a cry for help

You see that sculpture on the hill That's where she cleared me out forever They're monitoring my self conscious massacres I know, bringing it closer to the surface So it

You see that sculpture on the hill That's where she cleared me out forever They're monitoring my self conscious massacres I know, bringing it closer to the surface So it

This is for my number one This is for my number one This is for my number one True baby for I adore This is hard to say I wanna make sure I go about

it to me all through the night" And she says it "Best friend Sally, she got sick And I'm feeling mighty ill, myself" It happens all the time And all

we managed to find them flows, somehow, it's easy y'all Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and make it soft Go 'head take it off, I won't tell yo

life of mine Brought me all the way here form a life of crime Just a constant reminder that the end all be all Is the one who knows all sees all Because

make it always so optimistic If you don't listen gotta live my life the best way I can live it I pray for justice when we go to court Wish it was all