Madball - Pride

Tekst :

Times are changing for the worse
Gotta keep a positive outlook
Growing up in such violent times
Have some faith and you ll get by

Thinking back when I was a kind
Times have change so much since then
All grown up I gotta do for myself
I fefuse to depend on anyone else

Life s hard, you struggle sometimes
In the end I ll get what s mine
But for now I ll deal with the time
Have some faith and I ll get by

Times are changing for the worse
Times are changing - I keep

I know my family is there for me
And without them where the hell would I be
But still I gotta try to be my own man
Make good of what I got - do the best that I can

Inne utwory

  • Lockdown
  • Fall this time
  • Down by law
  • Step to you
  • Spit on your grave
  • Show no fear
  • Never had it
  • Streets of hate
  • Live or die
  • Across your face
  • Addict
  • C.T.Y.C
  • New York city
  • Godfather
  • 5-0
  • Losowe utwory

    Quijote

    Soy de aquellos que sueñan con la libertad
    capitán de un velero que no tiene mar
    soy de aquellos que viven buscando un lugar
    soy Quijote de un tiempo que no tiene edad.

    Y me gustan las gentes que son de verdad
    ser bohemio,...

    Oh shit

    Oh shit I thought you and I were friends
    Oh shit I guess this is where our love ends
    Oh shit I thought things were goin well
    But it hasn t turned out so swell
    Has it
    Oh shit
    Oh shit pride comes...

    Atari

    You started it off, break out the ammunition
    If not enough, you point at my friends
    Grabs the keys and tells me she s out of patience
    And tells her friends what a loser I ve been
    The walls go up, the telephone is waiting

    Can we get together again

    I really enjoyed ya, yes, I did
    We got to get together and do it all again some time
    Though it s been quite a while since we ve been together
    I can t get you right off my mind
    So I m simply asking you,...

    Boss

    [Chorus:]
    Run how you want, boss
    Chill how you want, boss
    Floss how you want, boss
    Do whatcha like
    Go rock your chain, boss
    Pour that champagne, boss
    Keep getting paid, boss
    Do Whatcha like
    Ross, la la, la la, la la
    Do Whatcha like
    Ross,la la, la la, la la
    Do Whatcha like

    [Verse 1:]
    As I’m poppin’ my collar, black on black...