Armored Saint - False alarm
Tekst :
Look out the window the sounds in the wind
You hear the siren again and again
Screaming a whine deep in your mind
Follow the sign and you ll soar
Piercing shrill that keeps you awake
You re the example he s ready to take
Though it seems wild go for the ride
A change has been made for you on the other side
Another false alarm, another false alarm
It won t do any harm, just another false alarm
Deep in a sleep you re awoken again
This time departure is scheduled at ten
Not a bad deal this on e for real
And I can t let it go
Piercing shrill that keeps you awake
You re the example he s ready to take
Laugh when you lose hung by the noose
Anyway the fire still burns to the core
Another false alarm, another false alarm
Just another false alarm
False alarm
Inne utwory
Aftermath Released Damaged The pillar Mutiny on the world Lesson well learned Creepy feelings March of the saint The truth always hurts Over the edge Burning question Conqueror No me digas Crisis of life Losowe utwory
Intro (Talking)
C-Murder:
Say Magic, Slim bro, nigga we gotta go ahead and close that little
quarter shop we got on Broad, fuck them niggas watchin us bro we
gotta lay low nigga fuck
Hook
Soulja SLim:
I m closin down shop...
Leżysz gdzieś
I swe marzenia śnisz
A ktoś ci depcze twarz
Stoisz gdzieś
I chciałbyś mocno stać
A ktoś ci łamie nos
I nie mów mi
Że winę za to ponosi świat i paru łajdaków
I nie pieprz mi , że to jest wszystko tak
¬le ułożone ,...
Drive up and down thru water
Live where poor
Big dreams nice
Sighing babys go to work
My name s rooted look
Thru the back of the room
Play him a tune down low
If the sun could melt like snow
I wrote this song two hours before we met
I didn’t know your name or what you like yet
Oh, I could have stayed at home and gone to bed
I could have gone to see a film instead
You might have changed your mind and seen your fiend
Life could have been very different...
Gather round the village square
Come good people both wretched and fair.
See the troubadour play on the drum
Hear my songs on the lute that I strum.
I will make you laugh,
Revel, Merry-dance.
Throw your pennies, then you ll hear
more of
the story-telling half.
There s no other chance,
Always move on
Raconteur, troubadour.
Take the face that you...