Senin, 04 November 2013
THE S.I.G.I.T. - MIDNIGT MOSQUE SONG
Where a rotten rat corps caught my sight
I whised you were dead that night
Clouds were bold and grey
I could feel the street
Clouds were bold and grey
Clouds were bold and grey
THE S.I.G.I.T. - ALLRIGHT
I’m a kind of man
Who’d never start a fight
For those about to getting heavy
I would hold ‘em tight
Never feel a weight
In the way you complaining
For you I’ve given the will
Fate that never hestitating
Babe, it’s going to be alright
Never easy to see
Things that never seen
So hard to comprehence
The fools I’ve been
Possibility is infinite
And it may vary
Personality is folded
And none simple as binary
Babe, it’s going to be alright
Let’s hope that time is on our side
Let’s through it all
And we might be alright
THE S.I.G.I.T. - CLOVE DOPER
There’s a man with a friendly plea
Who drinks coffee rather than tea
I’ve been listen to his prophercy
And I dont need another
He smoke superfine clove cigarette!
Theres a man who fight for demand
Well I could never win the game
My heart to protect
My mind still attack
How could u tell who’s to blame
World Is full of amateurs
They acting like a pro
If I could talk like a hollyman
Can I be the cannonist to?
Superfine clove cigarette
THE S.I.G.I.T. - HORSE
My baby is a horse
She’s running out my course
Papa was the first to taste
Her meat was what she has
Learning time and doing
Now she’s humming na, na, na, na, yeah, uh yeah
Once i’ve tried to stop her
Said, “are you trying to get killed by standing on the street side?”
My baby is a horse
She’s running out of course
Smoking grass with guess
One that squeezing her chest
THE S.I.G.I.T. - LIVE IN NEW YORK
You got me lying
On the ground
But If you find me
Dont mess me round
Get girls left and right
Gonna sleep all day
And dream all night
Get my cash get my carrier
You want my money dont get near dear
Bite the fingers no I dont care
This Is my sweet revenge
Or may be we could go for ride
You got me tired till sun go down
If I could live In new york
If only I could live In new york
Got me talking on radio
Cos people going back to rock n roll
Looking me and my big scar
Now dont miss me I am missing somehow
Get my cash get my carrier
You want my money dont get near dear
Bite the fingers no I dont care
This Is my sweet revenge
Or may be we get more higher
You got my head and spinning round around
THE S.I.G.I.T. - NO HOOK
I gave evil my heart
And escaped to the dark
I’m weak in so many ways
I’ve worked so hard
To get the band to the chart
But I’ll die anyway
If I could choose
I’d be there drinking brews
Tired of getting loose
If I could feel the noise
I’d rather play with the toys
And there would be no choice
Forgive me my heart
I’ve escaped to the dark
So weak in so many ways
I’ve worked so hard
To get this not to apart
But I’m tired today
If only I took
The truth in the Book
There would be no hook
If I could feel the noise
I’d rather play with the toys
And there would be no choice
THE S.I.G.I.T. - NOWHERE END
I hope we could be allright again
Smoke and laugh at my cigarette brand
I hope we could drive nowhere end
Listen To yours and my favorite band
I don’t have to tell you what I’m feeling
Don’t need to know for whom your feeling is
I just really want to see your face again
And those smile I’ve seen when you’re crying
And we drink together
I will hold my thirst
Will hold my lust to get higher
And we drink together
Will hold my thirst
So I could drive you home first
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