When the laughter fades away Ma vie Toute ma vie When there's nothing more to say Ma vie My ohh, my It's the last laugh of the laughter Sur la derniere
Rice, rice baby Rice, rice baby Alright stop, grab a table and a menu Ice is back in this Oriental venue Hungry, for a little Chop Sui I want Chinese
The moon looks down and laughs And says, "I told you so" Why did I let you go away? I was so sure you loved me madly And when I wanted you You'd gladly
I'm throwing rice at the girl that I love After she just said I do I'm throwing rice with a smile on my lips But my heart is breaking in two She was
I?m that demoness. Born in ***** I?m salvation Your god I?m hatin, your faith I?m breakin I?m rearranging victims in the name of the beast I be the queen
He was feeling invulnerable That was foolish but wonderful But of course the first one was always free He's got one wrist in heaven, one ankle in hell
I can hear the sounds of laughter Could it be they're laughing at me I can hear the roar of thunder I'm mad, I'm deranged I see clown in costumes voices
(Keith Strickland) ---Instrumental--- Yeah-ha, I'm goin' KuCooo, I'm goin' KuCooo --------------------------------------------------------------------------
In January it's so nice While slippin' on the slidin' ice To sip hot chicken soup with rice Sippin' once, sippin' twice Sippin' chicken soup with rice
A barren land and a barren wife Made Abraham laugh at his wandering life A cruel joke it seemed then to call him the father of nations A heavenly prank
I had a fever to empty your closet I didn't think it would be that hard You get to do what you want now, see Though we'll always have to do it apart
Running like a horse between the trees The ground beneath my feet Gives me something to hold on to With the reins around my heart Guided by hands that
Running like a horse between the trees The ground beneath my feet, gives me something to hold on to With the reins around my heart Guided by hands that
WHAT A LAUGH (Harlan Howard - Freddie Hart) « © '61 Tree Publishing, BMI » RECORDED BY FREDDIE HART Look at you look at me ha-ha what
Only bored as I get older Find the ways to cult, cult of time Only bored as I get older Find new ways to spend my time I'm a gold digging man Find my
Ride the wind My aggressions mirrored themselves in her eyes As the blade was ripping up her insides Her eyes Stabbing and stabbing My love fell dead
Man of fashions flow - die Time has come to say - goodbye We spit on your - grave Slay all in sight - rage All their power's gone A battle we have won
The healing power of helpless laughter Will keep us well forever after We can lose ourselves and find each other In the healing power of helpless laughter