The Fat Man and Team Fat все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы
Mr. DeathI can’t take a breath
I can’t make a move
I can’t think a thought
I can’t sing a song with a minimal groove
I can’t get away
From the singular fact
Well I can’t take a breath without seeing Mr. Death
Skeletons in my Closet48 years of livin'
An angel in disguise
48 years of lovin'
Smilin' with my eyes
48 years of memories
Neatly tucked away
When daylight dies, I hear them rise
And dance upon their grave
The Final HourWelcome to my, house.
Say what you want!
Say it!
Come play the shell game with the Madman
And maybe you can win his bride
Or you can try for something better
You decide