الجنس والمخدرات والقتل: ملاحظة قليلة معنى الأغاني الإنجليزية

Gotta girl so fine

Loves me all the time

Pull her hair, slap her face

But it's alright, she just wants

To be disgraced

And you say it should be better than this

And you think so

Temptation

You just can't resist, so it goes

Call it a heaven, call it a day

You think it's wrong

Oh no, it's such a comfortable place



Out all night again

Brews and pills

Cocaine

Getting off however you can

But it's alright

As long as it kills the pain

And you say it should be better than this

Oh you think so

Temptation

You just can't resist, so it goes

Call it heaven, call it a day

You think it's wrong

Oh no, it's such a comfortable place



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Every breath you take

Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I'll be watching you



Every single day

Every word you say

Every game you play

Every night you stay

I'll be watching you



O can't you see

You belong to me

How my poor heart aches with every step you take



Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you



Since you've gone I been lost without a trace

I dream at night I can only see your face

I look around but it's you I can't replace

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace

I keep crying baby, baby please



Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you



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They call me The Wild Rose

But my name was Elisa Day

Why they call me it I do not know

For my name was Elisa Day



From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one

She stared in my eyes and smiled

For her lips were the colour of the roses

That grew down the river, all bloody and wild



When he knocked on my door and entered the room

My trembling subsided in his sure embrace

He would be my first man, and with a careful hand

He wiped up the tears that ran down my face



On the second day I brought her a flower

She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen

And I said, 'Do you know where the wild roses grow

So sweet and scarlet and free?'



On the second day he came with a single red rose

Said: 'Give me your loss and your sorrow?'

I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed

If I show you the roses will you follow?'



On the third day he took me to the river

He showed me the roses and we kissed

And the last thing I heard was a muttered word

As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist



On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow

And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief

As I kissed her goodbye, I said, 'All beauty must die'

And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth



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Winter's cityside

Crystal bits of snowflakes

All around my head and in the wind

I had no illusions

That I'd ever find a glimpse

Of summer's heatwaves in your eyes

You did what you did to me

Now it's history I see

Here's my comeback on the road again

Things will happen while they can

I will wait here for my man tonight

It's easy when you're big in Japan



Ah when you're big in Japan tonight

Big in Japan, be tight

Big in Japan, ooh the eastern sea's so blue

Big in Japan, alright

Pay then I'll sleep by your side

Things are easy when you're big in Japan

Oh when you're big in Japan



Neon on my naked skin,

Passing silhouettes

Of strange illuminated mannequins

Shall I stay here at the zoo

Or should I go and change my point of view

For other ugly scenes

You did what you did to me

Now it's history I see

Here's my comeback on the road again

Things will happen while they can

I will wait here for my man tonight

It's easy when you're big in Japan



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Robert's got a quick hand

He'll look around the room

He won't tell you his plan

He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth

He's a cowboy kid

Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun

In his dad's closet hidden in a box

Of fun things

And I don't even know what

But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you



All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet



Daddy works a long day

He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late

And he's bringing me a surprise

Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time

Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

I reason with my cigarette

And say your hair's on fire

You must have lost your wits, yeah



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My lover's got humour,

She's the giggle at a funeral,

Knows everybody's disapproval,

I should've worshipped her sooner.

If the Heavens ever did speak,

She is the last true mouthpiece.

Every Sunday's getting more bleak,

A fresh poison each week.

“We were born sick”, you heard them say it,

My church offers no absolution,

She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”.

The only heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you,

I was born sick, but I love it,

Command me to be well.

Amen, amen, amen!



Take me to church,

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies.

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife.

Offer me my deathless death.

Good God, let me give you my life.



If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight.

To keep the Goddess on my side,

She demands a sacrifice,

To drain the whole sea,

Get something shiny,

Something meaty for the main course.

That's a fine looking high horse,

What you got in the stable?

We've a lot of starving faithful,

That looks tasty,

That looks plenty,

This is hungry work.



No masters or kings when the ritual begins,

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin,

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene,

Only then I am human,

Only then I am clean.

Amen, amen, amen!



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