Em época de Black Friday fraudulento, só Rolling Stones salva essa sexta-feira.
E 2012 é analisado por eles: guerras, hiperconsumismo, endividamentos, depressão...tá tudo aqui, mas sem perder o sarcasmo. É só rock'n'roll, mas eu gosto. Aumenta aí!!!
I had a dream last night That I was piloting a plane And all the passengers were drunk and insane I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp Shot up a horde of zombies But I come out on top What's it all about? It just reflects my mood
Sitting in the dirt Feeling kind of hurt Aaaaall I hear is doooom and gloom And aaaaall is darkness in my room Through the light your face I see Baby take a chance Baby won't you dance with meeeeee
Lost all that treasure in an overseas war It just goes to show you don't get what you paid for Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor Put my feet up on the couch And lock all the doors Hear a funky noise That's the tightening of the screeeeews
I'm feeling kind of hurt Sitting in the dirt Aaaaall I hear is doooom and gloom But when those drums go boom boom boom Through the night your face I see Baby take a chance Baby won't you dance with meeee Yeah Baby won't you dance with meeee Oh yeah
Fracking deep for oil But there's nothing in the sump There's kids all picking Ar the garbage dumb I'm running out of water So I better prime the pump I'm trying to stay sober But I end up drunk
We'll be eating dirt Living on the side of the roooaaad There's some food for thought Kind of makes your head explode Feeling kind of hurt Yeah
But aaaall I hear is doooom and gloom And aaaaall is darkness in my room Through the night your face I see Baby come on Baby won't you dance with me Yeah Yeah Baby won't you dance with me I'm feeling kind of hurt Baby won't you dance with meeeee Yeah Come on Baby won't you dance with me I'm sitting in the dirt Baby won't you dance with me!
ResponderExcluirI had a dream last night
That I was piloting a plane
And all the passengers were drunk and insane
I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp
Shot up a horde of zombies
But I come out on top
What's it all about?
It just reflects my mood
Sitting in the dirt
Feeling kind of hurt
Aaaaall I hear is doooom and gloom
And aaaaall is darkness in my room
Through the light your face I see
Baby take a chance
Baby won't you dance with meeeeee
Lost all that treasure in an overseas war
It just goes to show you don't get what you paid for
Battle to the rich and you worry about the poor
Put my feet up on the couch
And lock all the doors
Hear a funky noise
That's the tightening of the screeeeews
I'm feeling kind of hurt
Sitting in the dirt
Aaaaall I hear is doooom and gloom
But when those drums go boom boom boom
Through the night your face I see
Baby take a chance
Baby won't you dance with meeee
Yeah
Baby won't you dance with meeee
Oh yeah
Fracking deep for oil
But there's nothing in the sump
There's kids all picking
Ar the garbage dumb
I'm running out of water
So I better prime the pump
I'm trying to stay sober
But I end up drunk
We'll be eating dirt
Living on the side of the roooaaad
There's some food for thought
Kind of makes your head explode
Feeling kind of hurt
Yeah
But aaaall I hear is doooom and gloom
And aaaaall is darkness in my room
Through the night your face I see
Baby come on
Baby won't you dance with me
Yeah
Yeah
Baby won't you dance with me
I'm feeling kind of hurt
Baby won't you dance with meeeee
Yeah
Come on
Baby won't you dance with me
I'm sitting in the dirt
Baby won't you dance with me!