• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• F-111 - Cold Chisel
• Voy, voy, voy - OV7
• F-150 - Levi Riggs
• V.2009 - Forever In Terror
• 0 Of 0 = 0 - Pridebowl
• F 451 - Fahrenheit 451
• F4 - F4

Birds fly up as I pull into town
Desert storm as the sun goes down
Park the bike on holy ground
Temple by the store
Temple priests are pretty shot
Jimson weed and thanks a lot
Crazy abbot, gotta stop
Put my guns down, by the door
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Virgin in the window
Pynchon in the rectory
Lotta chanting round the room
Of things in history
People sellin' stocks and shares
Looting what was never theirs
Chokin' on the subway stairs
To cheat their destiny
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
The storeman asked me once
To leave my barter on the table
Another methane cylinder
Another roll of cable
I'm in two minds to stay the night
Or leave this town behind
Far behind
F-111, F-111
Lay your benediction on us all
Lotta systems in the ground
Used to be connected
Lotta fragments floating round
Yet to be collected
F-111, F-111

Hice cita con mi novio para irnos esta noche de fiesta, Y le dije que como a las 7 lo esperaba en la puerta. Mas cuando llega muy puntual todavía no estaba yo lista. Y digo voy, voy, voy, por favor no me apresuren ya mas. (voy, voy, voy, por favor no me apresuren ya mas) Se hace tarde y mi vestido no llega de la tintorería. (la tintorería, la tintorería) El teléfono suena y ni modo que le cuelgue a mi amiga. (le cuelgue a mi amiga, le cuelgue a mi amiga) La pistola para hacerme el copete la está usando mi tía (usando mi tía, usando mi tía) Y digo voy, voy, voy, por favor no me apresuren ya mas. (voy, voy, por favor no me apresuren ya mas) No puedo ir hasta que se haya acabado mi telenovela. (mi telenovela, mi telenovela) Los minutos pasando y no alcanzo a acabar la tarea.
(acabar la tarea, acabar la tarea) No he pedido permiso y mamá que no regresa del súper (regresa del súper, regresa del súper) Y digo voy, voy, voy, por favor no me apresuren ya mas. (voy, voy, por favor no me apresuren ya mas) Hice cita con mi novio para irnos esta noche de fiesta, (esta noche de fista, esta noche de fiesta) Y le dije que como a las 7 lo esperaba en la puerta. (esperaba en la puerta, esperaba en la puerta) Mas cuando llega muy puntual todavía no estaba yo lista. (no estaba yo lista, no estaba yo lista) Y digo voy, voy, voy, por favor no me apresuren ya mas. (voy, voy por favor no me apresuren ya mas). Se hace tarde y mi vestido no llega de la tintorería. (la tintorería, la tintorería) El teléfono suena y ni modo que le cuelgue a mi amiga. (le cuelgue a mi amiga, le cuelgue a mi amiga) La pistola para hacerme el copete la está usando mi tía (usando mi tía, usando mi tía)

I wish I could have you here. One arm wrapped around you, dear.
But you're in my rear-view mirror lookin' back at me.
Once we used to be so close. I smiled with you the most. About you I would boast, then I had to set you free.
(Chorus)
Wishin' you were here with me in the middle seat of this F-150 in the hot summer heat.
One hand on the wheel, one hand holding you, in the middle seat of my F-150.
It wasn't long ago when I passed you on the road.
You were in that guy's black truck but you didn't see me.
I saw he made you ride on the passenger side.
It look like the Great Divide, not where you'd want to be.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
My V-8 won't get up and go since you're gone. My radio won't play our favorite Alabama songs.
(Chorus)
La La La La La

So many things to say, But they will never mend.
And until this day when this word stood true,
I’m leaving the past behind to start over with
something new.
I hope this tears you apart,
I hope this haunts you inside.
I remember what you said,
The first time that you died.
I've watched us fail; more then I'd like to admit.
You’re nothing more to me then a selfish fucking
heartless fake.
Living in your lust; I see past the versions of your
face.
I'm scratching your name off the one and only lover's
list.
When I still believed in the word but now it’s gone you
cease to exist
So don't let down your guard and keep your enemies
close.
Here’s where it’s setting in to the…
You’re nothing more to me then a selfish fucking
heartless fake.
Living in your lust; I see past the versions of your
face.
Fist full of guilt send the damage to your name.
I hope this feeling fucking haunts you inside.
I'll send you off with a final goodbye,
These dreams have faded of you and I.
Silent Treatment now
I hope this tears you apart,
I hope this haunts you inside.
You’re nothing more to me then a selfish fucking
heartless fake.
Living in your lust; I see past the versions of your

Don't do those things I've done before 'cause you'll regret it at 30 and up
You'll repress it and one day, spit it up
Stayin' out late to worry Ma' and Pa', drinkin' and drivin', sex w/o sobriety
Go have fun, but never smoke that funny stuff
Don't do those things I've done before 'cause you'll regret it no matter what
Don't judge a man by his color, nor judge a book by it's cover
No more than one lover, murder, that's # 1
The #1 thing not to do is murder and it's not so fucking fun
'Cause the only person you thrill is yourself
Don't cheat and don't steal, karma is real
And what ever you do, don't do those things your forefathers have done
'Cause you'll get nowhere, and nothing=0
0% of 0 =0, don't be a hero
What goes around, comes around, what goes up, must come down
Don't do this, don't do that, don't ever do that silly crap
Nothing is no one, if that's you choose
You don't need no booze, just believe in me my son
I hope one day you tell your son not to do the things that I have done
What your forefathers have done

(F. Duse, A. Manzo)
la mia religione ? scritta sul muro
parole di fuoco e suoni d’amore
il basso che pompa ? la mia preghiera
il rullo che batte il mio solo credo
compagno di strada, amico ribelle
fratello di sangue che lotta e difende
io canto la rabbia racchiusa nel tempo
la mano in tasca in un pugno chiuso
una folla in bianco e nero
che balla a pi? non posso
attratta dalla grinta di questo suono ska
una luce al calor bianco
accende la citt?
saranno 451 fahrenheit
non amo i potenti, i corrotti,
politici squali affaristi rampanti
e con la chitarra dileggio i peccati
le false parole di chi non ha cuore
una folla in bianco e nero
che balla a pi? non posso
attratta dalla grinta di questo suono ska
una luce al calor bianco
accende la citt?
saranno 451 fahrenheit
non sar? certo una sola canzone
a mutare la rotta, a cambiare le cose
ma se siamo in tanti, se stiamo pi? attenti
non li lasceremo uscire vincenti
una folla in bianco e nero
che balla a pi? non posso
attratta dalla grinta di questo suono ska
una luce al calor bianco
accende la citt?

Yuun Sharmaayi Yeh Tanhaayi
Aankhein Bhar Aayi, (tu Toh Na Aayi Teri Yaad Aayi -2)
Yuun Tarsaayi, Yuun Tadpaayi
Shaamein Judaayi (tu Jo Na Aayi, Teri Yaad Aayi -2)
Tasweerein Teri Deewaaron Pe, Dekhate Hai Hum Hasraton Se
Tu Jo Na Aayi, Teri Yaad Aayi - (2)
Yuun Tarsaayi, Yuun Tadpaayi
Shaamein Judaayi (tu Jo Na Aayi, Teri Yaad Aayi -2)
Paigaam Toh Kuchh Bhejati, Hai Kuchh Bajah Kya
Yuun Hi Bewajah Tu Jo Na Aayi
Tu Jo Na Aayi
Paigaam Toh Kuchh Bhejati, Hai Kuchh Bajah
Yuun Hi Bewajah (tu Jo Na Aayi, Teri Yaad Aayi -2)
Yuun Sharmaayi Yeh Tanhaayi
Aankhein Bhar Aayi, (tu Toh Na Aayi, Teri Yaad Aayi -2)