You just left me 6 feet under ground I'm burning
At
I wanna taste the bitter sweet… yeah…
I wanna start a
All the roads lead to L.A.
The place to meet
Made of love
Made of sin
Mayday - calling from outer space
I
I've been messed up, tossed around
I've been flying high just
I could be anything
You want me to be
Cook you nice
We can never know if we will fade
Or stay
Hey man, here`s my plan
I`m gonna break it
Hey you, don`t
I`m stupid, you`re smarter
I`m stupid, thinking there`s a way
This could
Anything but empty words
Give it to me where it hurts
Anything
See the Devil on the doorstep now, my, oh, my
Telling