..cuvinte

..cuvintele cam conteaza; la noi conteaza ceva mai mult decat sunetul; de-aia ajungem sa ascultam cantece proaste, ca ne plac versurile..ziceai tu ca oamenii nu mai asculta asa, ne-au depasit vremurile. u might be right.




Somewhere along the way my hopefulness turned to sadness
Somewhere along the way my sadness turned to bitterness
Somewhere along the way my bitterness turned to anger
Somewhere along the way my anger turned to vengeance
And the ones that I make pay were never the ones who deserved it
And the ones who deserved it, they'll never understand it.
Yes, I know I'm going to hell in a purple basket
At least I'll be in another world while you're pissing on my casket.

How could you be so perfect to me?
Why can't you ignore the things I did before?

Somewhere along the way exacting vengeance gave excitement
Somewhere along the way that excitement turned to pleasure
Somewhere along the way that pleasure turned to madness
Sooner or later that kind of madness turns into pain
And the ones that I made pay were never the ones who deserved it
Those who helped me on the way,I smacked them as I thanked them
Yes, I know I am going to hell in a leather jacket
At least I'll be in another world while you're pissing on my casket.
All that I can do
Is sing a song of faded glory
And all you got to do
Is sit there, look great and make 'em horny
Together we sing songs and tell exaggerated stories
About the way we feel today, in the night and in the morning.

Take all your fears, pretend they're all true
Take all your plans, pretend they fell through
But that's what it's like for most of the people in this world,
Rich or the poor, muslims or jews,
When roles are reversed, opinions are too.