No Use For A Name - Straight From The Jacket
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Честность от отчима
Как жаль, сынок, ты беспокоишь свою мать.
Никакие объяснения не исправят этого.
Юноша, слушай своего отца,
Это больше, чем просто твоя жизнь, это больше, чем суицид.
Какие ощущения, когда смотришь в ствол заряженного пистолета?
Расскажи, какие ощущения.
Ты видел, как твоя жизнь промелькнула прямо перед твоими глазами?
Хватит играть в игры и поднимись с пола.
Юноша, мы отправим тебя к львам.
Люди будут полностью в белом, когда ты выйдешь наружу.
Какие ощущения, когда я, похоже вырастил тебя, но ты не мой сын?
Так много раз я пытался поддержать тебя, а ты расстраивал меня.
Я больше не буду с тобой считаться.
Хватит смотреть на меня, как будто тебе не всё равно,
Я работал не покладая рук.
Я не твой отец и не твой друг.
Может ты и жил тут когда-то, но это не твой дом.
Расскажи, какие ощущения.
Ты не значил много для меня, я не сажал семя,
Я не твой отец, потому что ты вырос неправильным.
Юноша, мы предадим тебя огню,
Люди будут полностью в белом, это больше, чем суицид.
Какие ощущения?
Какие ощущения?
Какие ощущения, когда смотришь в дуло заряженного пистолета?
Leche con Carne, 1995.
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Straight From The Jacket
So sorry son you're worrying your mother
No explanation's gonna make it seem alright
Young boy, listen to your father
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide
How does it feel? When you're looking down the barrel
of a loaded gun...Tell me how it feels
Did you see your life flash right before your eyes?
Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor
young boy we're going to send you to the lions
The men all dressed in white, when you became undone
How does it feel when I might have brought you up
but you are not my son
So many times I tried to bring you up you brought me down
I won't consider you again stop looking at me like you care
I worked my fingers to the bone
I'm not your father or a friend
You might have lived here once but this is not your home
Tell me how it feels
You didn't mean much to me I didn't plant the seed.
I'm not your father cause you didn't turn out right
Young boy we're gonna feed you to the fire
The men all dressed in white, it's more than suicide
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
When you're looking down the barrel of the loaded gun...
Как жаль, сынок, ты беспокоишь свою мать.
Никакие объяснения не исправят этого.
Юноша, слушай своего отца,
Это больше, чем просто твоя жизнь, это больше, чем суицид.
Какие ощущения, когда смотришь в ствол заряженного пистолета?
Расскажи, какие ощущения.
Ты видел, как твоя жизнь промелькнула прямо перед твоими глазами?
Хватит играть в игры и поднимись с пола.
Юноша, мы отправим тебя к львам.
Люди будут полностью в белом, когда ты выйдешь наружу.
Какие ощущения, когда я, похоже вырастил тебя, но ты не мой сын?
Так много раз я пытался поддержать тебя, а ты расстраивал меня.
Я больше не буду с тобой считаться.
Хватит смотреть на меня, как будто тебе не всё равно,
Я работал не покладая рук.
Я не твой отец и не твой друг.
Может ты и жил тут когда-то, но это не твой дом.
Расскажи, какие ощущения.
Ты не значил много для меня, я не сажал семя,
Я не твой отец, потому что ты вырос неправильным.
Юноша, мы предадим тебя огню,
Люди будут полностью в белом, это больше, чем суицид.
Какие ощущения?
Какие ощущения?
Какие ощущения, когда смотришь в дуло заряженного пистолета?
Leche con Carne, 1995.
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Straight From The Jacket
So sorry son you're worrying your mother
No explanation's gonna make it seem alright
Young boy, listen to your father
It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide
How does it feel? When you're looking down the barrel
of a loaded gun...Tell me how it feels
Did you see your life flash right before your eyes?
Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor
young boy we're going to send you to the lions
The men all dressed in white, when you became undone
How does it feel when I might have brought you up
but you are not my son
So many times I tried to bring you up you brought me down
I won't consider you again stop looking at me like you care
I worked my fingers to the bone
I'm not your father or a friend
You might have lived here once but this is not your home
Tell me how it feels
You didn't mean much to me I didn't plant the seed.
I'm not your father cause you didn't turn out right
Young boy we're gonna feed you to the fire
The men all dressed in white, it's more than suicide
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
When you're looking down the barrel of the loaded gun...
Honesty from the stepfather
What a pity, son, you bother your mother.
No explanations will correct this.
Young man, listen to your father,
This is more than just your life, it is more than suicide.
What are the sensations when you look at the trunk of a charged pistol?
Tell me what feelings.
Have you seen your life flashed right in front of your eyes?
Stop playing games and climb the floor.
Young man, we will send you to the lions.
People will be completely in white when you go outside.
What are the sensations when I seem to grow you, but you are not my son?
So many times I tried to support you, and you upset me.
I will no longer reckon with you.
Stop looking at me, as if you don’t care,
I worked without my hands.
I am not your father and not your friend.
Maybe you lived here once, but this is not your house.
Tell me what feelings.
You did not mean much for me, I did not plant the seed,
I am not your father, because you have grown wrong.
Young man, we will betray you to fire
People will be completely in white, this is more than suicide.
What are the sensations?
What are the sensations?
What are the sensations when you look at the barrel of a charged pistol?
Leche Con Carne, 1995.
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Straight from the Jacket
SO SORRY SON YOU'RA WORRYING YOUR MOTER
No Explanation's Gonna Make It Seem Alright
Young Boy, Listen to Your Father
It's More than your life, it's than than suicide
How sages it feel? Wen you're looking down the barrel
of a) Tell Me How It Feels
DID You See You Life Flash Right Before Your Eyes?
Stop Playing Games and Get Yourself Up Off the Floor
Young Boy We're Going to Send You to the Lions
The Men All Dressed in White, when You Became Undone
How sages it feel i might has brough you up
but you are not my son
So Many Times I Tried to Bring You up You Brough Me Down
I Won'T Consider You AGain Stop Looking at Me Like You Care
I WORKED My Fingers to the Bone
I'M not your Father or Friend
You Might Have Live Here Once But this is not your home
Tell Me How It Feels
You are different mean much to me i oidn '
I'M not your Father Cause You Didn't Turn Out Right
Young Boy We're Gonna Feed You to the Fire
The Men All Dressed in White, It's More than Suicide
How sages it feel?
How sages it feel?
How sages it feel?
When You're Loking Down The Barrel of the Loaded Gun ...
What a pity, son, you bother your mother.
No explanations will correct this.
Young man, listen to your father,
This is more than just your life, it is more than suicide.
What are the sensations when you look at the trunk of a charged pistol?
Tell me what feelings.
Have you seen your life flashed right in front of your eyes?
Stop playing games and climb the floor.
Young man, we will send you to the lions.
People will be completely in white when you go outside.
What are the sensations when I seem to grow you, but you are not my son?
So many times I tried to support you, and you upset me.
I will no longer reckon with you.
Stop looking at me, as if you don’t care,
I worked without my hands.
I am not your father and not your friend.
Maybe you lived here once, but this is not your house.
Tell me what feelings.
You did not mean much for me, I did not plant the seed,
I am not your father, because you have grown wrong.
Young man, we will betray you to fire
People will be completely in white, this is more than suicide.
What are the sensations?
What are the sensations?
What are the sensations when you look at the barrel of a charged pistol?
Leche Con Carne, 1995.
------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------
Straight from the Jacket
SO SORRY SON YOU'RA WORRYING YOUR MOTER
No Explanation's Gonna Make It Seem Alright
Young Boy, Listen to Your Father
It's More than your life, it's than than suicide
How sages it feel? Wen you're looking down the barrel
of a) Tell Me How It Feels
DID You See You Life Flash Right Before Your Eyes?
Stop Playing Games and Get Yourself Up Off the Floor
Young Boy We're Going to Send You to the Lions
The Men All Dressed in White, when You Became Undone
How sages it feel i might has brough you up
but you are not my son
So Many Times I Tried to Bring You up You Brough Me Down
I Won'T Consider You AGain Stop Looking at Me Like You Care
I WORKED My Fingers to the Bone
I'M not your Father or Friend
You Might Have Live Here Once But this is not your home
Tell Me How It Feels
You are different mean much to me i oidn '
I'M not your Father Cause You Didn't Turn Out Right
Young Boy We're Gonna Feed You to the Fire
The Men All Dressed in White, It's More than Suicide
How sages it feel?
How sages it feel?
How sages it feel?
When You're Loking Down The Barrel of the Loaded Gun ...
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