Charles Manson все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

Pretty girl, pretty pretty girl
Cease to exist
Just, come an' say you love me
Give up, your world
Come on you can be

I'm your kind, oh your kind an' I can see
You walk on walk on

'Oh yeah I got it

Clang bang clang
Went the big iron door
They put me in a cell
With a concrete floor
Nine other men in that cell with me
Moanin' their fate, with destiny

It's all in the eyes of a dreamer
It's all in the eyes of a man
All the things we've done in life
And all the things we've planned
Is the world as sad as it seems?
Where are men's hopes?
Where are men's dreams?
In the eyes of a dreamer

Spoken Intro: I wanted to make you a tape in the proper perspective, but it seems like my surroundings is always mired in some sort of confusion. And on the reverse side of that, it would be that I appear to be confused. So I'll leave it up to you to uh, think...

In your music mind
How long is forever
Think in your music mind
Down through all you've ever heard
Coming through your ear now
I can reminisce and remember

There's a time for livin'
The time keeps on flyin'
Think you're lovin' baby
And all ya do is cryin'

Can ya feel are those feelin's real
Look at your game girl
Look at your game girl

There's a time for livin'
The time keeps on flyin'
Think you're lovin' baby
And all ya do is cryin'

Can ya feel are those feelin's real
Look at your game girl
Look at your game girl

There's no need to feel guilty. I haven't done anything I'm ashamed of. Maybe I haven't done enough. I might be ashamed of that, for not doing enough. For not giving enough. For not being more perceptive. For not being aware enough. For not understanding. For being stupid. Maybe I should have killed 4-500 people, then I would have felt better, then I would have felt like I really offered society something.

We'll make us some money
Make the world look funny
As they glance on through a burning asshole
Down to the castles of the vampire dreams
And you know Frankenstein I am
Mean man in a can
Way down on that lonesome road
Where nobody goes, it's a terrible thing

People say I’m no good
But they never, never do they say
Why their world is so mixed up
Or how it got that way

They all look at me and they frown
Do I really look so strange
If they really dug themselves

very one who is the one
Is out looking for the last door
And if you are the one my friend
You don’t need to look any more

And if you are too my friends
Then you know that there’s no place left to go
A reckless hate, baby, we don’t need

Restless people from the sick city
Burned their homes down to make the sky look pretty
What can I do I’m just a person
This is the line that we always seem to hear
You just sit
Things get worse
Watch TV and drink your beer
Walkin’ all alone

Gold Battle 2. Табель о рангах. Charles Manson.

Оппоненты, судьи, слушатели, здесь каждому - 3,14зда.
Противники не осилят отбор, ведь их ждёт - рестарт.
Я чином не высок, но в плане флоу, как небоскрёб.
Люди вам абсолютно всем 3,14здец............ ха-ха, это стёб.

Рэп-ассорти, эмси с яйцами, различнейших рангов,