Tytuł: Breakdown

• Wykonawca: Guns N' Roses
• Wyświetleń: 263

  
   We all come in from the cold
  We come down from the wire
  An everybody warms themselves
  to a different fire
  When sometimes we get burned
  You'd think sometime we'd learn
  The one you love is the one
  That should take you higher
  You ain't got no one
  You better go back out and find her
  
  Just like children hidin' in a closet
  Can't tell what's goin' on outside
  Sometimes we're so far off the beaten track
  We'll get taken for a ride
  By a parlor trick or some words of wit
  A hidden hand up a sleeve
  To think the one you love
  could hurt you now
  Is a little hard to believe
  But everybody darlin' sometimes
  Bites the hand that feeds
  
  When I look around
  Everybody always brings me down
  Well is it them or me
  Well I just can't see
  But there ain't no peace to found
  But if someone really cared
  Well they'd take the time to spare
  A moment to try and understand
  Another one's despair
  Remember in this game we call life
  That no one said it's fair
  
  Breakdown
  Let me hear it now
  Breakdown
  let me hear it now
  Yeah
  Breakdown
  Let me hear it now
  Breakdown
  let me hear it now
  Get down with yo' bad self
  Alright
  
  I've come to know the cold
  I think of it as home
  When there ain't enough of me
  To go around
  I'd rather be left alone
  But if I call you out of habit
  I'm out of love and I gotta have it
  Would you give it to me
  If I fit you needs
  Like when we both knew we had it
  But now the damage's done
  And we're back out on the run
  Fun how ev'rything was Roses
  When we held on to the Guns
  Just because you're winnin'
  Don't mean you're the lucky ones
  
  Breakdown
  Let me hear it now
  Breakdown
  Yeah
  Breakdown
  Breakdown
  let me hear it now
  
  "There goes the challenger being chased
  By the blue blue meanies on wheels
  The vicious traffic squad cars are
  After our lone driver
  The last American hero
  The-the electric sintar
  The demi-god,
  The super driver of the golden west!
  Two nasty Nazi cars are close behind
  The beautiful lone driver
  The police cars are getting closer-closer...
  Closer to our soul hero in his soul mobile- Yeah baby!
  They about to strike, They gonna get him, Smash! Rape!
  The last beautiful free soul on this planet
  
  But...it is writen if the Evil Spirit
  Arms the Tiger with claws
  Brahman provided wings for the Dove
  Thus spake the Super Guru"
  "Did you hear that"