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القصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

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Saturday Night in the City of the Dead by Ultravox

While a fat guy zips by, bony in a Zodiac Picking out trouble, maybe looking for a heart attack All-night boys in the Piccadilly arcade (???) trawling for some rough trade Saturday night Satur...

City of the Dead by The Clash

This is the city of the dead As we lie side by side in bed I'd do something else instead But it is the city of the dead We went out kickin' around But you got drunk an' fallen down An' I wi...

The City of the Dead by The Clash

This is the city of the dead As we lie side by side in bed I'd do something else instead But it is the city of the dead We went out kickin' around But you got drunk an' fallen down An' I wi...

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Ungrateful Dead by Amen

This city's paralized ...This city's paralized ...This city never lies ...This city's paralized ...In this city's shit ...We are the city of the dead ...We live in the city of the dead ...We are born in the beds ...Of all the dogs that you fed ...This is the wounds of the dead ...This is the city of the dead ...This is the city of the... ...All of the wombs of the decayed ...Dead city ...Ungrateful dead ...e lay born in their dead ...Ungrateful dead

Saturday Night in the City of the Dead by Ultravox

All-night boys in the Piccadilly arcade ...Saturday night in the city of the dead ...Can't you feel the time bomb ticking i...Saturday night in the city of the dead ...Dead in the dole queue, face li...enham Court Rolexes the excuses (?) in the wind hide ...The city's pretty dead but I'm still alive...Saturday night in the city of the dead

City of the Dead by The Clash

This is the city of the dead ...But it is the city of the dead ...With the Soho River drinking...In the city of the dead ... I know we both lie dead ...While all the windows stare ahead...An' the streets are filled ...Every nation in the world ...Slinks through the alley after girls ... least it livens up the air ...Sniff that wind of ugly tension ...Today the jerks have got aggr...It is the city of the dead

The City of the Dead by The Clash

Jesus of Suburbia: Jesus of Suburbia/City of the Damned/I Don't Care by Green Day

Part I: Jesus Of Suburbia...I'm the son of rage and love...The Jesus of Suburbia...The bible of none of the above...On a steady diet of...At least the ones that I got awa...In a land of make believe...The living room in my p...While the Moms and brats are ...In a land of make believe...Part II: City of the Damned...At the center of the earth...In the parking lot...Of the 7-11 where I was ta...The motto was just a li...Doesn't beat the same...It's beating out of time...City of the dead...At the end of another lost highwa...City of the damned...I read the graffiti...In the bathroom stall...Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall...The center of the earth...Is the end of the world...City of the dead...At the end of another lost highwa...City of the damned...Everyone's so full of shit...From the cradle to the grave...We are the kids of war and peace...From Anaheim to the Middle East...We are the stories and disciples of...The Jesus of suburbia...Land of make believe...Land of make believe...The space that's in bet...can you please fill the void?...For lack of a better word, and ...Part V: Tales of another broken home...This hurricane of fucking lies...To the lights of masochists...This hurricane of fucking lies

Jesus of Suburbia: Jesus of Suburbia/City of the Damned/I Don't Care [M by Green Day

Jesus of Suburbia [ I. Jesus os Suburbia, II. City of the Dammed, III. by Green Day

Jesus of Suburbia [DVD][Live] by Green Day

Jesus of Suburbia [Music Video] by Green Day

Jesus of Suburbia [Live Sessions@aol] by Green Day

Jesus of Suburbia [Live] by Green Day

Jesus of Suburbia [Live][*] by Green Day

I'm the son of rage and love...The Jesus of suburbia ...From the bible of none of the above ...On a steady diet of ...At least the ones I got away wit...In a land of make believe ...The living room in my p...While the moms and dads are a...In a land of make believe ...Like the center of the earth...In the parking lot...Of the 7-11 were I was tau...The motto was just a li...Doesn't beat the same ...It's beating out of time ...City of the dead ...At the end of another lost highwa...City of the damned, lost childr...I read the graffiti ...In the bathroom stall ...Like the holy scriptures ...Of a shopping mall ...The center of the earth ...Is the end of the world and I could r...City of the dead ...At the end of another lost highwa...City of the damned, lost childr...Everyone's so full of shit ...From the cradle to the grave ...We are the kids of war and peace...From England to the Middle East ...We are the stories and disciples of...The Jesus of suburbia ...Land of make believe ...Land of make believe ...can you please fill the void? ...For lack of a better word, and ...This hurricane of fucking lies ...To the light of másochist...This hurricane of fucking lies

Dead London by Jeff Wayne

There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their outlines softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed, but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewelers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement. ...ed, staring towards the sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of houses had found a ...The desolating cry worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Why was I ali...I saw, over the trees on Primrose Hill, the fighting machine from which the howling came. I crossed Regent's Canal. There stood a second machine, upright, but as still as the first. ...Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded London still seemed alive. now suddenly there was a change, the passing of something, and all ...nd motionless, like the others. An insane resolve possessed me: I would give my life to the Martians, here and ... recklessly towards the titan and saw that a multitude of black birds were circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation as I ran up the hill towards the monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pe...I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose hill, the Martian's camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians, slain after all man's devices had failed by the humblest creatures on the earth: bacteria. Minute, invisible, bacteria. Directly the invaders arrived an...The torment was ended. The people scattered over the country, desperate, leaderless, starved, the thousands who had fled by sea including the one most dear to me; all could return, the pulse of life growing strong... returns to normal, the question of another attack from Mars causes universal concern. Is our planet safe, or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that across the immensity of space, they have learned their lessons , and even now await their opportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us, but to the Martians.

Dead London by Richard Burton

There were a dozen dead bodies in the Euston road, their outlines softened by the black dust. All was still, houses locked and empty, shops closed, but looters had helped themselves to wine and food, and outside a jewelers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement....ed, staring towards the sound. It seemed as if that mighty desert of houses had found a ...The desolating cry worked upon my mind. The wailing took possession of me. I was intensely weary, footsore, hungry and thirsty. Why was I wandering alone in this city of the dead? Why was I ali...I saw, over the trees on Primrose Hill, the fighting machine from which the howling came. I crossed Regent's Canal. There stood a second machine, upright, but as still as the first....Abruptly, the sound ceased. Suddenly the desolation, the solitude, became unendurable. While that voice sounded London still seemed alive. now suddenly there was a change, the passing of something, and all ...nd motionless, like the others. An insane resolve possessed me: I would give my life to the Martians, here and ... recklessly towards the titan and saw that a multitude of black birds were circling and clustering about the hood. I began running along the road. I felt no fear, only a wild, trembling exultation as I ran up the hill towards the monster. Out of the hood hung red shreds, at which the hungry birds now pe...I scrambled up to the crest of Primrose hill, the Martian's camp was below me. A mighty space it was, and scattered about it, in their overturned machines, were the Martians, slain after all man's devices had failed by the humblest creatures on the earth: bacteria. Minute, invisible, bacteria. Directly the invaders arrived an...The torment was ended. The people scattered over the country, desperate, leaderless, starved, the thousands who had fled by sea including the one most dear to me; all could return, the pulse of life growing strong... returns to normal, the question of another attack from Mars causes universal concern. Is our planet safe, or is this time of peace merely a reprieve? It may be that across the immensity of space, they have learned their lessons , and even now await their opportunity. Perhaps the future belongs not to us, but to the Martians.

Jesus of Suburbia by Green Day

I'm the son of rage and love ...The Jesus of suburbia ...From the bible of none of the above ...On a steady diet of soda pop and Ritali...At least the ones I got away wit...In a land of make believe ...The living in my privat...While the moms and brads are ...Of the 7-11 were I was tau...The motto was just a li...Doesn't beat the same ...We're beating out of time ...City of the dead ...At the end of another lost highwa...City of the damned ...I read the graffiti ...In the bathroom stall ...Like the holy scriptures of a shopping mall ...The center of the earth ...Is the end of the world ...Everyone is so full of shit ...From the cradle to the grave ...We are the kids of war and peace ...From Anaheim to the middle east ...We are the stories and discipl...Of the Jesus of suburbia ...Land of make believe ...Land of make believe ...The space that's in bet...can you please fill the void? ...For lack of a better word, and ...[Part 5: Tales of another broken home...This hurricane of fucking lies ...To the light of masochist ...This hurricane of fucking lies

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