"Hey! Hey! He was fine, just we sell out." They come to feast on purist man They come to feast on mortal tan Filling their bodies with disease Swollen still like killer bees For that lack from their prize They fucked their children, staring eyes
April, 29, 1992 (miami) / sublime
Как мы смешны в усердии своем... / Константин Лин
Highlands / Bob Dylan
Ветер чужбины /
Who Run It / Three 6 Mafia
How Yo` Hood? / Mac Dre f Killa
Take A Chance / Saga
Drama / Erykah Badu
J / Tha Alkaholiks
Things Are Gonna Be Alright / Acetone
Doesn`t Anybody Know My Name / Waylon Jennings
