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21st Century Breakdown

13. dubna 2009 v 21:24 | GreenPajula
Ofiko texty...je to tam dycky i s nějakym obrázkem :D

ACT I: HEROES AND CONS

ACT II: CHARLATANS AND SAINTS

ACT III: HORSESHOES AND HANDGRENADES
American Eulogy

I Don't Want To Know If You Are Lonely

17. června 2007 v 21:08 | GreenPajula
I Don't Want To Know If You Are Lonely

Album: Warning Part 1 (single)

Written by Husker Du
I'm curious to know exactly how you are
I keep my distance but that distance is too far
It reassures me just to know that you're okay
But I don't want you to go on needing me this way

And I, don't wanna know if you are lonely
Don't wanna know if you are less than lonely
Don't wanna know if you are lonely
Don't wanna know, don't want to know

The day you left me left me feeling oh so bad
Still I'm not sure about all the doubts we had
From the beginning we both knew it wouldn't last
Decisions have been made, the die has been cast

And I,don't wanna know if you are lonely
Don't wanna know if you are less than lonely
Don't wanna know if you are lonely
Don't wanna know, don't want to know
DON'T WANNA KNOW

The phone is ringing and the clock says 4 am
If it's your friends, well I don't wanna hear from them
Please leave your number and a message at the tone
Or you can just go on and leave me here alone

And I, don't wanna know if you are lonely
Don't wanna know if you are less than lonely
Don't wanna know if you are lonely
Don't wanna know, don't want to know

Working Class Hero - text

1. května 2007 v 18:46 | GreenPajula
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate if you're clever and they despise a fool
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

There's room at the top they're telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be (x 6)

If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me

F.O.D...celý

10. prosince 2006 v 0:58
Už tu sice mám text k F.O.D...ale neni celej:D...newim jako proč...ale každopádně vám sem dávám celej:D

F.O.D (Fuck Off and Die)

Album: Dookie

Written by Billie Joe Armstrong

Something's on my mind.
It's been for quite some time.
This time I'm on to you.
So where's the other face?
The face I heard before?
Your headtrip's boring me
Let's nuke the bridge we torched 2,000 times before.
This time we'll blast it all to hell.
I've had this burning in my guts now for so long.
My belly's aching now to say

Stuck down in a rut of dislogic and smut.
A side of you well hid.
When it's all said and done.
It's real and it's been fun.
But was it all real fun?

Let's nuke the bridge we torched 2,000 times before.
This time we'll blast it all to hell.
I've felt this burning in my guts now for so long.
My belly's aching now to say.


Your just a fuck.
I can't explain it cuz i think you suck.
I'm taking pride, in telling you to fuck off and die.

I've felt this burning in my guts now for so long.
My belly's aching now to sing.
I'm taking pleasure in the doubts,
I've passed to you.
So listen up 'cause you might miss it...


You're just... a fuck,
I can't explain it 'cause I think you suck.
I'm taking pride,
in telling you to fuck off and die.

Goood niiiiiiiiight....

The Saints Are Coming

3. prosince 2006 v 14:36
[Billie Joe Armstrong]
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
It's been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I'm one

[Bono]
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come down
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent

[Billie Joe Armstrong]
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
How long now
Until the clouds unroll and you come home
The line went
But the shadows still remain since your descent
Your descent

[Bono]
Boom, Cha, Hey!

[Bono & Billie Joe]
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

[The Edge]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

[Bono]
A drowning sorrow floods the deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns belief
How long now
When the night watchman lets in the thief
What's wrong now

Boom Cha Hey!

[Both]
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
The saints are coming, the saints are coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply
I say no matter how I try, I realise there's no reply

1,039/Smoothed Out Slappy Hours

8. května 2006 v 19:34

Kerplunk

8. května 2006 v 19:33

Dookie

8. května 2006 v 19:33

Insomniac

8. května 2006 v 19:32

Nimrod

8. května 2006 v 19:32

Warning!

8. května 2006 v 19:31

International Superhits

8. května 2006 v 19:31

Shenanigans

8. května 2006 v 19:30

American Idiot

8. května 2006 v 19:28

Song about Billie Joe's mom

24. dubna 2006 v 21:23

Well, Billie Joe's mom,
She's the queen of all the acrobats,
She can do the tricks that give the kids the shits,
She can shoot green peas from her hairy frontal orifice,
Do a double back flip and catch 'em on her tits.
She's a great big sonofabitch
Twice the size of me,
Got hair on her arse like the branches of a tree,
She can shoot, fart, fly, fuck,
Fly a 'plane and drive a truck,
That's the kind of girl
That I want to marry me…

Songy,co nejsou na žádnym CD

24. dubna 2006 v 21:22
 
 

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