Pulp fikcjon - teksty piosenek, wg trafności (od zawsze) - Teksciory.pl

Silence - Pulp

"At first / I could say / I could say or do / just whatever I liked You would / you would not / You would not answer / that's alright Oh / I can't believe in the morning of your silence You will never"

Sunrise - Pulp

"I used to hate the sun because it shone on everything I'd done. Made me feel that all that I had done was overfill the ashtray of my life. All my achievements in days of yore range from pathetic to"

The Fear - Pulp

"This is our Music from A Bachelors Den - the sound of loneliness turned up to ten. A horror soundtrack from a stagnant water-bed & it sounds just like this. This is the sound of someone losing the plot"

Dishes - Pulp

"I am not Jesus though I have the same initials - I am the man who stays home and does the dishes. & how was your day? Is that woman still trying to do your head in? A man told me to beware of 33. He"

Party Hard - Pulp

"I used to try very hard to make friends with everyone on the planet. I've seen you havin' it, havin' it yeah but now you've just had it. Entertainment can sometimes be hard when the thing that you love"

Help The Aged - Pulp

"Help the aged, one time they were just like you, drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue. Help the aged, don't just put them in a home, can't have much fun in there all on their own. Give a hand,"

Death Comes To Town - Pulp

"Ah ah ah ah ah... / Tonight's the night / Open your door and I'll come inside Don't be afraid, it willbe alright / I will change your whole life tonight and you're so beautiful / too beautiful for this"

Deep Fried In Kelvin - Pulp

"Oh children of the future ... conceived in the toilets at Meadowhall ... to be raised on the cheap cold slabs of garage floors ... rolling empty cans down the stairway ... (don't you love that sound?)"

You're A Nightmare - Pulp

"All day / I'm doing fine / 'cos there are things / to pass the time Smoke a cig / and drink some tea / watch a programme / on TV I just don't care where you are now / 'cos I'm sorted out, and how I've"

This Is Hardcore - Pulp

"You are hardcore, you make me hard. You name the drama and I'll play the part. It seems I saw you in some teenage wet dream. I like your get up if you know what I mean. I want it bad. I want it now."

Wyniki wyszukiwania: Pulp fikcjon

Teksty piosenek (348)

Ostatnio wyszukiwane

Wykonawcy