Bomb Through The Town

What kind of sadness is this? Two real good friends with nothing to say And I'll fly through the crowd At 45 degrees On my knees To your door To your door Swallow my jealousy whole Green turns through valour Harbours in gold And I'll bomb through the town At a rate of noughts Fingers crossed To your door What kind of sadness is this? Two real good friends with nothing to say And I'll fly through the crowd At 45 degrees On my knees To your door To your door Swallow my jealousy whole Green turns through valour Harbours in gold And I'll bomb through the town At a rate of noughts Fingers crossed To your door

Bomba A Traves De La Ciudad

Que tipo de tristeza es esta? Dos amigos de verdad con nada que decir Y volare a través de la multitud A 45 grados De rodillas A tu puerta A tu puerta Trago mi orgullo El verde se convierte en calor Puertos en oro Y bombardeare la ciudad Al grado de ceros Dedos cruzados A tu puerta