J Church - Jennifer Jason leigh

Tekst :

The interviewer asked,
Why I play so many victims,
Meaning prostitutes,
But I never thought of them as victims,
Meaning prostitutes,
Why I play so many victims,
The interviewer asked

Inne utwory

  • Symbols
  • Financial zone
  • William Tell suicide note
  • Sadie mae glutz
  • New dreams broken
  • Nostalgic for nothing
  • Band you love to hate
  • Soliloquy
  • Transvestite show
  • Racked
  • Stars are exploding
  • Back to hawaii
  • Chemicals
  • What will i do
  • Simple gesture
  • No doves fly here
  • Rich and young and dumb
  • I will savor this
  • Plastic
  • Losowe utwory

    Peoria

    I met her in Peoria
    250 lbs. of flabby harlot woman flesh
    Is wobbling around the hotel room, farting
    Mucus is dripping from her pig-hole nostrils into her mouth
    Nah, streaming
    Steaming, streaming great green rivulet
    Her tounge makes sure no leftover chunks go astray, miss their mark
    Mom I mean buisness
    Put your finger on the button
    Yeah,...

    Overpower three

    I like your eyes
    I like your shape
    And I could easily overpower you
    I won t say a thing
    I won t tell a soul
    But I could easily overpower you...

    Dla Ciebie lato

    Warto czekać na ten jeden dzień
    Dobrze wiedzieć, że to właśnie ten
    Ty jesteś, niewiem jeszcze gdzie, ale wiem
    Musisz być, bo właśnie czuję że

    I Ty i ja, gorący czas
    Porusza nas, w ciepło gra...

    Dla Ciebie lato, moje lato
    Straciło głowę
    O...

    Sick City

    I woke up in a cold sweat
    Wriggling and writhing... a man in the net
    Take the bit in the teeth... put the gun in the hand
    There ain t no judge this is no man s land

    It s Sick City
    Sick City
    Sick City s got seven sins
    No place where the conscience wins

    Misery may...

    Simple gesture

    No domination,
    Just exploitation,
    You don t need total control,
    When you use us all

    I m waking up in the noontime sun,
    The late night show is not for everyone

    A simple gesture molds the future,
    No creation,
    Missing...