Mando Diao - P.U.S.A.

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Drove around ?til five o?clock, it was drivers day
I drove the drivers way,
Now I must speed up get up wipe up everything I?ve got
Wanna hit the pretty ice in my big city, with my big clichés
And if I get out, give up, get along with myself

I?ve gotta get it on the dancefloor, baby where
in the Post United States of America
I?ve got my brotherhood to help me, take ?em there
In the Post United States of America

Police asked me where to go in a nowhereland
I?m in a state of sand
And if I pray well, make hell, gee swell, I?ll be OK
Brothers on my right and left they don?t give a shit ?bout my bottomless pit
And I know, I will turn ?em, all you mothers in?n?out

I wanna get it on the dancefloor?

Love me, fool me, drink my wine in the
in the Post United States of America
I wanna go with those who live and dies
in the Post United States of America

Inne utwory

  • Josephine
  • Morning paper dirt
  • Amsterdam
  • Moonshine fever
  • Sweet ride
  • The dream is over
  • Down in the past
  • San Francisco bay
  • Driving around
  • Misty mountains
  • Next to be lowered
  • Train on fire
  • Welcome home, luc robitaille
  • Chet baker
  • How we walk
  • Jeanette
  • The new boy
  • Tv & me
  • Little boy jr

    • Losowe utwory

    Agnieszka

    Moje ciało, moja dusza
    Tylko z Tobą pragnę być
    Nie zapomnij mnie kochana
    Ja o Tobie będę śnić

    Los nie rozpieszcza nas
    W oku kręci łza

    Och jak chciałbym poznać Cię Agnieszko
    Lecz odwagi zawsze mi brak
    Choć daleko Ty...

    One good reason

    Hi, its me sorry its so late
    The trip was hard that made you wait
    You can yell and scream and not be heard

    Low, on promises that were made
    A love song rarely played
    Is goodbye your only word?

    And she said oh dear god
    Give me one good reason
    Why I should stay here
    One more season...

    Dying

    Here s one for the unknown past
    shooting into infinity
    here s one for the cut out frames below you

    Hear the sound, I ve been down
    here at reaching up thru the trees
    here is where you ll always be

    And...

    Krzyk we mgle

    Jednego pragnę zapomnieć cię
    Wyrzucić z serca twoje zło
    Nie wracać więcej do tamtych dni
    Za sobą zamknąć wszystkie drzwi
    Kiedy odeszłaś nie pozostał żaden ślad
    Powracasz teraz jak zły sen

    Słyszę twój krzyk we mgle
    Słyszę głos nienawiści
    Twój krzyk we mgle woła mnie
    Widzę jak staczasz się

    Maybe

    Gonna plan my deliverance
    Gonna plan it myself
    Gonna stand my deliveror back up on the shelf.

    Gonna turn to the only thing that I can obey
    And maybe, just maybe, it wont turn it away.

    Gonna hold out for something else
    Gonna hold out my hand
    Gonna stay with the only thing that I understand.

    And Ill...