Easy , you just have to guess the song that the person above you is singing! And after that post a lyric (whole lyric , chorus,any xd) I start up. (Duh) _______________ They rally round tha family, With a pocket full of shells... _______________ No googling XD Just kidding. Do anything you please to guess the song.
Holy War or sumtin like that i dont know the band name sorry
Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changing
I would love to beat in the face, Of any mother fuker that's thinkin' they can change me, White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fukin' mold, I'm drowning in your lake Sh!t rubbed in my face Teething on concrete Gums bleeding
Tonight thereâs gonna be a fight, so if you need a place to goGot two room slum a mattress and a gun, and the cops donât never showSo come right in cause everybody sins, welcome to the scene of the crimeYou want it? Believe it? We got it if you need it, the devil is a friend of mineIf you think itâs crazy you ainât seen a thingJust wait until weâre going down in FlamesWe are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesnât matter what you thinkWeâre gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los AngelesRedline trippinâ on a land mine, sippinâ at the TroubadourGirls passed out naked in the back lounge everybodyâs gonna scoreSheâs all jacked up sheâs down on her luckYou want it you need it the devilâs gonna feed itDonât you say itâs crazy, you donât know a thingJust wait until weâre going down in FlamesWe are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesnât matter what you think, weâre gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los AngelesGive it up give it upGive it up give it upGive it up give it upGive it up give it upWe are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesnât matter what you think, weâre gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los AngelesWe are we are the saints we signed our life awayDoesnât matter what you think, weâre gonna do it anywayWe are we are the saints one day you will confessAnd pray to the saints of Los Angeles
dude thats saints of Los Angeles by Motley Crue and you didnt get mine so i reposting
Dig bury me underneath Everything that I am rearranging Dig bury me underneath Everything that I was slowly changing
I would love to beat in the face, Of any mother fuker that's thinkin' they can change me, White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold, If you're wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fukin' mold, I'm drowning in your lake Sh!t rubbed in my face Teething on concrete Gums bleeding
my prospects have become less promising i find it hard to believe in anything seems I lost my world and so I lost my faith and I can't go back to where I've been a brand new day it can't get worse hear myself say it can't get worse I have no lies or truth in what I say there is no meaning the words are numb and I am so afraid there is no meaning this is another chance or so I'm told by these who can push themselves at any cost they bless me with their fingers crossed my youth is stolen, transformed and sold
thats an easy one it is called I'm broke by limp bizkit
Take, take your time. Smell the roses, but steal the vines. Don't wait for the hands of time To second guess and change your mind. And shine. Here's your moment to shine. Shine.
No clue. I googled. I asked. I even dog piled. No clue.
I took a walk around the world to ease my troubled mind I left my body somewhere lying in the sands of time I watched the world float to the dark side of the moon I fell there is nothing i can do Yeeeaaahhhh
Your body may be gone, I'm gonna carry you in. In my head, in my heart, in my soul. And maybe we'll get lucky and we'll both live again. Well I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. Don't think so.
Well I won't be caught living in a dead-end job Or praying to a government guns and gods And now it's us against them We're here to represent And spit right in the face of the establishment
I think it is RATM, but I don't know the exact song
Well, I was rollin' down the road in some cold blue steel, I had a bluesman in the back and a butician on the wheel, We goin' down town in the middle of the night, we laughin, and i'm jokin' and we feelin' alright
Check it, since 1516 minds attacked and overseen Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream Wit their borders and boots on top of us Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis But how you gonna get what you need ta get? Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim
