Bon Jovi & Jon Bon Jovi Lyrics
Bon Jovi & Jon Bon Jovi Lyrics
"Dyin' Ain't Much Of A Livin' Lyrics"
Untitled Lyrics
"Her blackness is fine, the blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind" Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonize
"Her blackness is fine, the blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind" Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonize
J. Bon Jovi
A whiskey bottle comforts me
And tells me not to cry
While a full moon says a prayer for me
I try to close my eyes
But the night's there to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaw's seren
Be Thousand Lyrics
This is how we rollin swollen on a Saturday I had a way to chill hard 3 ill broads wanted to hook up so I looked up, Tajai and Sn
ade This is how we rollin swollen on a Saturday I had a way to chill hard 3 ill broads wanted to hook up so I looked up, Tajai and Sn
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
The desert's been a friend to me
It cover
Long Drive Back From Madison Lyrics
Some things never should be stripped naked of fantasy They're not meant to be real I remember the look in your eyes At the hotel when I ar
me by night Some things never should be stripped naked of fantasy They're not meant to be real I remember the look in your eyes At the hotel when I ar
And a snakebite's not my enemy
But it taught me how to fight
All this fame don't bring you freedom
Though it wears a this disguise
When an outlaw is just a man to me
And a man has to die
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
When you're livin' on the run <
VIOLENCE Lyrics
The sons and brothers, fighting for another cause Anything to give their lives some meaning Busy with their guns and dreaming Far away fro
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Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young The sons and brothers, fighting for another cause Anything to give their lives some meaning Busy with their guns and dreaming Far away fro
Is it too late to ask for forgiveness
For the things that I have done
Dyin' ain't much of a livin' for the young
Solo
And I hope someone will pray for me
When it's my turn to die... pray for me
Chorus