PUNK IST TOT! (Musik Video)

PUNK IST TOT! (Musik Video)





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Lyrics:

Ich räum heut` mein Leben auf
und ich schmeiß den Punk Rock raus!
PUNK IST TOT, PUNK IST TOT!

Ja ab jetzt gehts steil Berg auf,
ich tu was für`n Lebenslauf!
PUNK IST TOT, PUNKT IST TOT,
Punk ist t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t t Tot!

Danke für eure Treue!
Gebt mir doch einen Daumen Hoch, wenn ihr mich unterstützen wollt! 🙂

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Mike Malak -Youre Not Alone (pop rock, lyrics)

Mike Malak -Youre Not Alone (pop rock, lyrics)





no original music has been used to create this video, this cover song has been entirely performed by Mike Malak & The Fakers (c) 2016 Mike Malak for this cover version and video – no copyright infringement intended

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Mike Malak – CREEPIN’ (E Church, southern rock, lyrics)

Mike Malak - CREEPIN' (E Church, southern rock, lyrics)





no original music has been used to create this video, this cover song has been entirely performed by Mike Malak & The Fakers (c) 2014 Mike Malak for this cover version and video – no copyright infringement intended LYRICS BELOW

a great more or less recent country rock in the style of Mr Church

Like a honybee beatin on my screen door,
I got a little buzz in my head and its sore,
And from the my bed I can feel the sun,
Lord I hear the mornin come.

Justa creepin
Creepin, creepin, creepin

Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,
A flip of a switch,
A theif on the run,
And since the day you left me baby,
I can feel the lonely,
I can hear the crazy.

Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Justa creepin’
Creepin’

Head to the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in a late December.

Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Oh,creepin’

Your cocaine kiss caffeine love,
Run under my skin and into my blood,
That need you back comes over me,
Like ivy crawlin’ up a hickory tree.

Justa creepin’
Creepin’
Justa creepin’ creepin’
Creepin’

Head to the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,
Kinda like molasses in a late December.

Justa creepin’
Creepin’

Break it down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down…..

Just last night I saw the light,
At the end of that tunnel on the other side,
Thought I found my way outta this pain,
Only too find your Memory Train.

Creepin… Creepin… Creepin… Creepin…

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