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Huii, is Des Bled - A Klana Indiana

"A klana Indiana a dicka, fetta, blada sitzt zu noh am Lagerfeia und verbrennt sich seine Eia Ui tuat des weh A heyaheya hey A klana Indiana a dicka, fetta, blada zielt mit seinem Bogen und schiast sich"

Shotgun Peterson - Macabre

"Halloween This is no trick or treat When I squeeze the trigger I'll make you look like swiss cheese Shotgun Peterson Took his scattergun Shot some people down In Indiana towns Your lives mean nothing You're"

Zamori - Karel Gott

"Zmo, mm rd slovo zmo, zmo, plete se mi do st, kdy se hovo, zvojem svdnch sn m zahal barevn zmo a moje elo bled nadjemi vyo. Alabama, Indiana, Bogota, Ohov zem, eknu a psobm jak pohled barevn. Alabama,"

Infinity Guitars - Sleigh Bells

"Deaf chords, dead ends Sling set can't meet their demands Dumb whores, best friends Infinity guitars, go 'head Street wars, straight men Cowboys, Indians Red souls, red friends Infinity guitars, go 'head"

Cowboys And Inians - Roger Taylor

"It's a long fast dance Well the long fast dance of progress And the long slow waltz of decay Made such a natural born couple They settled down right here in the USA Dream home for two in the USA Hot jazz,cool"

Battle Of Little Big Horn - Porter Wagoner

"Have you ever heard the story of the pride of Little Big Horn Right from the lips of someone that saw Well I was there on that cold and fateful morning Watched General Custer and the bloody masacre There"

Battle Of Little Big Horn - Eddy Arnold

"Have you ever heard the story of the fight of Little Big Horn Right from the lips of someone that saw Well I was there on that cold and fateful morning Watched General Custer and the bloody masacre There"

Scared To Say Were Friends - Indigo Girls

"scooter boys and argentineans europe shed the blood of the indians here i sit in the land of plenty crying about my own virginity hey blue blood you're nothing new see i come from priviledge too a chapter"

Antonin artaud - Bauhaus

"The young man held a gun to the head of God Stick this holy cow Put the audience in action Let the slaughtered take a bow The old man's words, white hot knives Slicing through warm butter The butter is"

Indian Dance - Nivea

"Step in the club head low with the lights down Made my way to the floor fellas gather round Step My hips out there make em point and step Feel the heat that beats in the atmosphere Just my chest feel"

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