Ian Gillan Band - Bad news

Tekst :

I can t sleep, you treat me so bad
I can t sleep, you make me so mad
I can t sleep, you bring me bad news
You bring me bad news
Don t tell the truth, just tell me some lies
Maybe I ll live, maybe I ll die
I can t sleep, you make me so mad
I can t sleep, you make me so mad

Bad news, you bring me bad news, you bring me bad news
Don t tell the truth, just tell me some lies
Maybe I ll live, maybe I ll die
(repeat this verse again)

Bad news, you bring me bad news
(repeat 8 times)

Inne utwory

  • Smoke on the water
  • Bite the bullet
  • Message in a bottle
  • Nervous
  • Clear air turbulence
  • Mercury high
  • Puget sound
  • Lay me down
  • Child in time
  • Of the Lucitania express
  • My baby loves me
  • Unchain your brain
  • Hang me out to dry
  • Roller
  • Poor boy hero
  • Mad elaine
  • Fighting man
  • Slages to bitches
  • Future shock
  • Losowe utwory

    Shut the door

    When you leave
    shut the door
    don t wanna to talk about it... anymore
    when you re gone
    don t forget to leave the light on
    when you go
    please say goodbye to me
    will i go alone
    or will you stand by me
    and follow your convictions
    you won t...

    The city

    Gonna stay out of New York
    There s something there that drives me crazy
    Gonna stay out of New York
    There s something there that bleeds me dry
    It gets so bad that I stop breathin
    And then the sun don t wanna shine...

    The first cut

    The first cut - is a criminal thing
    The first cut - goes deeper in
    Each impression
    Makes a chain reaction
    Each impression
    Will never be never be never be broken

    I m a white girl - you can see my skin

    Everything is everything

    We ve got a lot of questions we ve got a lot to learn so tired of solving problems too many bridges burned we see it all so clearly and still we close our eyes why should we understand it? what good is knowing why? i know that life can...

    Dig me no grave

    Here I stand like the rock
    Born and bred to survive
    I may not be at the top
    But still it s good to be alive
    Feeling the flow of the chops
    Whether be music or flesh
    This is where sanity stops
    But...