and he's runnin' out of time. So he hits the chop shop, makes drop, cause he's sick of bein' poor. He's white trash and he's knockin' on your door. . Pre Chorus. Somebody's knockin' at my door
Virgins sold in quantity. "African" American heredity. I'm playin' my guitar and I'm feelin' fine. Why are all the "niggers" in the unemployment line?. . White Trash get down on your knees
Thurston. It start at the top. Now it's spiralling down. Works best when it's lost. Diggin' under the ground. . Never mind it now. We can bring it back. It's total trash. And it's a natural
Sheila. Tommy Roe. - written by Tommy Roe. - released May 1962, certified gold March 25, 1969. - lyrics as recorded by Tommy Roe. . Sweet little Sheila, you'll know her if you see her. Blue
I remember as if it were a meal ago Said, Tommy the Cat as he reeled back to clear. Whatever foreign matter may have nestled its way into his mighty throat. Many a fat alley rat had met its demise
drinks down. And give a warm round of applause for Chicago land's own. Mr. Carl Thomas, Carl Thomas, ladies and gentlemen Oh yeah, yeah. Said I got to get ready. 'Cause I wanna be with you tonight
When night has become the day. They're sending you far away. So, so far away. When everything starts to fade. You don't have to be afraid. No, you don't have to be afraid. Take my hand and reload. Thi
Wake up, so much you and I can be. Far beyond the places we can see. Listen to the silent prayer as it goes up slow, to the sky. . So we step one, two, then. You know the rhythm now. Step one, t
Bài hát Wake The Giant (Radio Edit) - TommyTrash, J. Hart. I could have burned like Pompei. Lifting the ruins of me. I was so bruised and bandaged. My turn to do some damage. I feel a fire starting