Just another rock´n´roll crap

eS

I want to hear you scream,

i want to hear like it´d be your last time,

like it would be your dream,

come on baby! It´s not a crime!

 

I want to hear your voice,

I want to hear it loud,

it is only your choice,

i love this freakin sound!

 

I want to hear you scream my name,

I want to feel your last breath,

like yeasterday, when i came,

cone on! We´re close to death.

 

I can hear thousends of people,

screaming theese words,

i can hear thousends of people,

while i´m playng theese chords.

 

We were born for rock´n´roll,

we are kids of a sin,

you´ll be my doll,

you can try, but you can´t win.

 

Hey, Hey, Hey, don´t stop this song,

Hey, hey, hey, don´t stop this world,

We know it´s wrong,

but we don´t want to get cold.

  • Author: eS (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 18th, 2011 09:56
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 41
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  • Cheeky Missy

    Excellent. Nasty. Please don't find me there. Great rock'n'roll song....nasty. Your rhyming and rythm were nice. And acting like that, you probably wouldn't get cold, excepting if it was the last scream followed by the chill of death.



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