Parry Grip - teksty piosenek, wg trafności (od zawsze) - Teksciory.pl

Gypsy - Pistol Grip

"Mother don't fret I won't fall on my face Mother don't fret I won't be a disgrace Don't wanna hear the critics tell me to stop Obliterate incinerate until I'm on the top Obstacles mount gotta make it"

Marshburn Ave - Pistol Grip

"A painful lesson learned just like a cigarette burn A family still intact but you'll never get it back A dissolving memory A crestfallen disease Hard times they stick like glue on Marshburn Avenue Two"

Missionary - Pistol Grip

"You're a modern day saint but you're still gonna die You're a M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y A contaminated slice of American pie You're a M-I-S-S-I-O-N-A-R-Y A soldiers at the door I'll lock'em out Offended by"

P.O.W. - Pistol Grip

"I prayed everday while I was stuck in this hole But no god ever came to save my soul I was conflicted in beliefs I was scared of the wrath Locked in this cell no questions asked P.O.W. my jugular bled,"

Righteous Vigilante - Pistol Grip

"Let them in the gig without a second look at them Their beliefs are evident but you turn your back to them Give a look to us like we're what's wrong with you but we're the soldiers in the night the righteous"

Sweet and Sour Of A Knife - Pistol Grip

"Turn around got another man down bloody trails along the floor Speed away siren through the foggy air bloody guts entangled gore, Shortened breath, runnin from death, cluth my chest in this hospital mess Tubes"

The Rebels Are Dead - Pistol Grip

"Everybody run for your life the rebels are dead Bodies laying in the streets the gutters run red Religion burns bright in the minds of the foe Got the citizens glued to the television Show me where the"

When the Ink Runs Dry - Pistol Grip

"What are you gonna do when the ink runs dry What are you gonna do when there's nothing left to write When there's nothing left to say when it's all been said When the herd has followed and the sheep's"

(Built To) Resist - Grip Inc.

"Branded, forced into exile Cinical routine, family union dissolved Accused, abandonment, dead beat Admonished, siblings, severed values detached Hear my children calling Loud out to me I won't subscribe"

Cuilty Of Innocence - Grip Inc.

"born to the plague of fools intent on breaking all the rules terror crash against the skin mixing of blood flesh tempted against nature fear drips like water on glass born, in bred, born, in bred incest"

Wyniki wyszukiwania: Parry Grip

Teksty piosenek (4337)

Ostatnio wyszukiwane

Wykonawcy