Мои Романтичные Химикалии - Педиков в тюрьме не любят, Фрэнки | Текст песни

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In the middle of a gun fight...
In the center of a restaurant...
They say, "Come with your arms raised high!"
Well, they're never gonna get me,
Im like a bullet through a flock of doves...
To rage this war against your faith in me,
Your life...will never be the same.
On your mother's eyes, say a prayer...say a prayer!

[Chorus]
Now! But I can't
And I don't know
How we're just two men as God had made us,
Well,I can't, well i cant
yeah yeah
Too much, too late, or just not enough of this
pain in my heart for your dying wish,
I kiss your lips again.

They all cheat at cards and the checkers are lost,
My cellmate's a killer, they make me do push-ups (in drag)
[You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

But nobody cares if you're losing yourself...am I losing myself?!
Well, I miss my mom,
will they give me the chair?,
A lethal injection, a swing from a rope if you dare;
Ah, nobody knows...all the trouble I've seen!

[Chorus]

To your room...
What they ask of you
Will make you want to say, "So long..."
Well, I don't remember,
Why remember...YOU?!

Do you have the keys to the hotel?!
'Cause Im gonna string this motherf**ker on fire! (FIRE!!)

Life is but a dream for the dead,
And well I, I won't go down by myself,
But I'll go down with my friends.
Now now now now...now now now...now now now!!

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