Damien Rice - Me, my yoke and i

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My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya come

My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya look

My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going under
My hand, my hand, my hand
My hand going understand

My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break ya
My fall, my fall
My fall gonna break your wall

I m mad, I m mad, I m mad
Like a big dog
I m mad, I m mad, I m mad
Like a big dog yeah
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod

This shell, this shell, this shell
This shell, this shell, this shell yeah

(Won t you beat)
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya
(Won t you beat)(Won t you beat)
My drum, my drum, my drum
Gonna make ya come)

(Won t you read)
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya
(Won t you read)(Won t you read)
My book, my book, my book
Gonna make ya look

(Won t you push)
My hand, my hand, my hand
Going under
(Won t you push)(Won t you push)
My hand, my hand, my hand
Going understand

(Won t you break)
My fall, my fall, my fall
My fall gonna break ya
(Won t you break)(Won t you break)
My fall, my fall, my fall
My fall gonna break your wall

(Bang)
I m mad, I m mad, I m mad
Like a big dog
(Bang)(Bang)(Bang)
I m mad, I m mad, I m mad
Like a big dog yeah

My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod
My god, my god, my god
Gave me a rod

This shell, this shell, this shell
This shell, this shell, this shell yeah

Inne utwory

  • Rootless tree
  • The power of orange knickers
  • Eskimo
  • Face
  • The professor
  • Elephant
  • Coconut skins
  • Rule no 2 y-junction
  • Fool
  • What do you know about love
  • Woman like a man
  • Lonelily
  • Toffee pop
  • Grey room
  • I remember
  • Lazy situation

    • Losowe utwory

    Sally

    Isn t it good to know
    You only get one go.
    Give me a key and let me see.
    Try and act normally!

    Seems it s an ancient art
    To be the one who starts it rolling.
    Wouldn t you like to know...

    Nie chodzi o...

    Pozmieniali się chłopaki w biznesmenów
    Dusze posprzedawane, król Midas na sumieniu
    Chuja zostało z muzyki z przekazem
    Jaka bieda? zajmij oko tatuażem
    Upadł obiektywizm w muzyce ulicy
    Nie musisz mądrze gadać, ważne jak się szczycisz
    Krzyczą, krzyczą na bitach za miliony
    Złoty cielec zabrał cel, cel w szampanie utopiony
    Diss i przemoc zamiast wzorów do naśladowania
    Masy w kolejce...

    No more tears

    We used to laugh
    Now all I do is cry
    You use to make me happy
    Now you don t even try

    You re hurting me, yeah
    You re doing me wrong
    I can see it in your eyes
    Soon you re gonna be gone

    And I know...

    See the joy

    See the joy of life beginning
    See the joy of life beginning
    Oh sweet joy!
    A brand new baby boy

    [RZA]
    My mind flashed back to the early moon
    When I was just a sperm cell in the fallopian tube
    In the mist of a state of triple darkness

    Easy money

    Your admirers on the street
    Gotta hoot and stamp their feet
    In the heat from your physique
    As you twinkle by in moccasin sneakers

    And I thought my heart would break
    When you doubled up at the stake
    With your fingers all a-shake...