<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 27 Nov 2011 23:28:35 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Hit Song Lyrics Superman Is Dead</title><description>This is His Song Lyrics For Superman Is Dead. Group Band from Indonesian. If you are see it, you are click this is here.</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-8375702390819389446</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T17:30:05.019+07:00</atom:updated><title>Kuta Rock City- Kuta ROck City</title><description>&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;" class="content"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting’ dressed and getting’ drunk,&lt;br /&gt;make some noise don’t left behind,&lt;br /&gt;and the scars around your back&lt;br /&gt;Never sleep and never fall,&lt;br /&gt;we are young and we are free,&lt;br /&gt;so we sing it loud and clear&lt;br /&gt;Like a rocket like a bomb,&lt;br /&gt;do we have to take it slow,&lt;br /&gt;and then here we are again &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[#:]&lt;br /&gt;Tequila blast and Cadillac girls,&lt;br /&gt;with the music swingin’ [3: really] hard&lt;br /&gt;(x3)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;(In Kuta Rock City)  Where the evil dance&lt;br /&gt;(In Kuta Rock City)  Where the hero dies&lt;br /&gt;(In Kuta Rock City)  Where is all my cash&lt;br /&gt;(In Kuta Rock City)  Please don’t break my heart again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It is late and getting’ hot,&lt;br /&gt;with the engine runnin’ fast,&lt;br /&gt;story of suburban trash&lt;br /&gt;Against everything you know,&lt;br /&gt;like a rebel with a gun,&lt;br /&gt;no time for society&lt;br /&gt;Recognize and realize,&lt;br /&gt;move bit just a little fast,&lt;br /&gt;and then here we are again&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[#]  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(In Kuta Rock City)  Where the evil dance&lt;br /&gt;(In Kuta Rock City)  Where the hero dies&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;~ [Chorus]  (x2)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Interlude]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[#]  ~~  [Chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-8375702390819389446?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/kuta-rock-city-kuta-rock-city.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-5214269204683785073</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 10:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T17:28:57.487+07:00</atom:updated><title>Superman Is Dead</title><description>&lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;You’re acting perfect to the people&lt;br /&gt;But become hypocrite, parasite&lt;br /&gt;Tricking around and stealing everything&lt;br /&gt;Changing all fantasy, now misery &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[#:]&lt;br /&gt;Like a gun I’ll make a judge for you&lt;br /&gt;And you have no longer, reason to live&lt;br /&gt;You are not innocent anymore&lt;br /&gt;Responsibility, now is your door &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[*:]&lt;br /&gt;Give back the power to the people&lt;br /&gt;Do not put in the mind, of a man&lt;br /&gt;You are not superman anymore&lt;br /&gt;Because good people died, by your hand &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[#]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Superman is dead, superman is dead&lt;br /&gt;Got no time for you, and you will never knew&lt;br /&gt;Superman is dead, superman is dead&lt;br /&gt;Full of guilty heads, wish we never had&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Interlude - telah gugur pahlawanku]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[*]  ~~  [#]  ~~  [Chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-5214269204683785073?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/superman-is-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-4730888613338786692</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T17:27:26.659+07:00</atom:updated><title>All Angels cry</title><description>&lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell me why, the world is so ugly&lt;br /&gt;And there ain’t no pretty pictures, everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;Spend some of your time, and think of the answer&lt;br /&gt;Why must people get so scared most of their life &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;why the angels gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;To see the way we live our lives,&lt;br /&gt;where this the heart goes&lt;br /&gt;And tell me why,&lt;br /&gt;why the angels gonna cry&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, and a better place will it come true &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Walking down the street, in one bloody cold night&lt;br /&gt;Where everyone is blind they show you, how to feed your hate&lt;br /&gt;Education now, war for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I do believe we’re living, on a time bomb&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Interlude]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, and a better place will it come true (x2)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-4730888613338786692?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-angels-cry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-4299666791547124384</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:51:30.482+07:00</atom:updated><title>Burn For You ( Superman Is Dead Lyrics)</title><description>&lt;div class="content"&gt; &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It’s been a while,&lt;br /&gt;we sat here with a glass of wine,&lt;br /&gt;we don’t seem much happier today&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to talk,&lt;br /&gt;and to look at you in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;don’t you know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have so many things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I got a story of a million years&lt;br /&gt;But in my head it hurts so much couldn’t understand it&lt;br /&gt;Try to change who I am today,&lt;br /&gt;Have enough just to hurt you more&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I wanna do, is burn for you &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Baby burn, burn, burn for you&lt;br /&gt;No matter when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;All the things I need to say,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll say it when I’m burning&lt;br /&gt;Burn, burn, burn for your love,&lt;br /&gt;it’s worth it in the name of God&lt;br /&gt;The strongest words from my own heart,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it’s too late now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Across the line,&lt;br /&gt;between love and hate we thru,&lt;br /&gt;gave so much for me to think about&lt;br /&gt;I found it’s hard,&lt;br /&gt;to put all my trust in you,&lt;br /&gt;don’t you know&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’ve hurt me so much I couldn’t say&lt;br /&gt;You’ve blamed me for things I didn’t do&lt;br /&gt;Don’t even know that I cook you breakfast in the morning&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re drunk baby you don’t care&lt;br /&gt;This is a game I don’t wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You’re breaking my heart into, a thousand pieces&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Interlude]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have so many things I wanna say&lt;br /&gt;I got a story of a million years&lt;br /&gt;But in my head it hurts so much couldn’t understand it&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And when you’re drunk baby you don’t care&lt;br /&gt;This is a game I don’t wanna play&lt;br /&gt;You’re breaking my heart into, a thousand pieces&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-4299666791547124384?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/burn-for-you-superman-is-dead-lyrics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6725672802817938692</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:50:37.208+07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Bad Bad ( Superman Is Dead Lyrics )</title><description>&lt;pre style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Think about you make me feel right&lt;br /&gt;To stand above all this beauty&lt;br /&gt;To sing about the way I run away, from&lt;br /&gt;The colour of desire in my head&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know we can make it&lt;br /&gt;You and me we could grow old&lt;br /&gt;Something there’s so&lt;br /&gt;significant, admit it&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never ever gonna&lt;br /&gt;bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a secret that I should keep&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a shame so I won’t hide it&lt;br /&gt;And all this pain&lt;br /&gt;I got from you is true, girl&lt;br /&gt;My deepest thought is crying out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad bad, the time is up again&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad sad, my heart is burning red&lt;br /&gt;You’re miles away, I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;All those 10 days,&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I have inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad bad, I hurt you once so bad&lt;br /&gt;Sad sad sad, if I just could make it right&lt;br /&gt;Be stronger now ‘cos you’ll be back&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;It’s worth a thousand kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we drunk&lt;br /&gt;It was just so much fun&lt;br /&gt;But time goes by so fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about you make me feel brave&lt;br /&gt;To fight alone all this beauty&lt;br /&gt;To sing about the way I run away, from&lt;br /&gt;This devil deep inside my soul&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6725672802817938692?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-bad-bad-superman-is-dead-lyrics.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-683262499204493025</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:47:53.074+07:00</atom:updated><title>Black Market Love - Lady Rose</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Can you stay a little while, can you drink this cheap bottle of wine…&lt;br /&gt;       Got a love song, a broken line, yea….&lt;br /&gt;       Put the rose on your hair&lt;br /&gt;       Full of grace my queen of mistery&lt;br /&gt;       Can’t you see, can’t you believe&lt;br /&gt;       And all they say it’s true&lt;br /&gt;       Lady rose….&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I can sing a thousand song, I can bring your kiss around town&lt;br /&gt;       Kiss of angel, as sweet as heaven, yea….&lt;br /&gt;       Put the rose on your hair&lt;br /&gt;       Full of grace my burnin-latin queen&lt;br /&gt;       Can’t you see, can’t you believe&lt;br /&gt;       And all they say it’s true&lt;br /&gt;       Lady rose….&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;When you fall to my arms, when you sleep for a thousand year&lt;br /&gt;       Never will brings you down, down down down…&lt;br /&gt;       You’re the heart of the crown&lt;br /&gt;       And the blood of all my lifetime&lt;br /&gt;       You are my lady rose…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Let me say this, for one last time&lt;br /&gt;       Of all the love and beauty I have seen&lt;br /&gt;       You’re the one my only one, forever….&lt;br /&gt;       Put the rose on your hair&lt;br /&gt;       Full of grace my queen of mistery&lt;br /&gt;       Can’t you see, can’t you believe&lt;br /&gt;       And all they say it’s true&lt;br /&gt;       Lady rose….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-683262499204493025?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-market-love-lady-rose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6987934575834748218</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:46:59.810+07:00</atom:updated><title>Black Market Love - Tomorrow</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Sick of the world today&lt;br /&gt;       Everyday nothing’s change at all&lt;br /&gt;       And I’ve look everywhere, wondering when its gonna end&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Radio, sing this song&lt;br /&gt;       There ain’t no love and sunny day&lt;br /&gt;       In the name of conspiracy&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Put the crown on the floor hey you leader come on down&lt;br /&gt;       Have you seen the chaos you gave us&lt;br /&gt;       Have you ever use your heart&lt;br /&gt;       It’s all falling apart don’t you think you gotta stop&lt;br /&gt;       Go bring your pride to your grave&lt;br /&gt;       So we can see tomorrow…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Racist war they make&lt;br /&gt;       Fascism, killed by religion&lt;br /&gt;       Technology crimes&lt;br /&gt;       Genocide, all this fuck up shit&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Radio, sing this song&lt;br /&gt;       There ain’t no love and sunny day&lt;br /&gt;       In the name of conspiracy&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Put the crown on the floor hey you leader come on down&lt;br /&gt;       Have you seen the chaos you gave us&lt;br /&gt;       Have you ever use your heart&lt;br /&gt;       It’s all falling apart don’t you think you gotta stop&lt;br /&gt;       Go bring your pride in your grave&lt;br /&gt;       So we can see tomorrow…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6987934575834748218?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-market-love-tomorrow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-8356268158469568619</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:46:14.408+07:00</atom:updated><title>Black Market Love - Year Of The Danger</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Well, 2005 when we all had to fight.&lt;br /&gt;       Rooster runnin wild you might have to face the death.&lt;br /&gt;       Don’t you runnin high, mother father they just cried&lt;br /&gt;       Askin’ where’s God, get us outta genocide…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The year, year of the danger…&lt;br /&gt;       We had the guts, we’re not the pretenders…&lt;br /&gt;       The the world’s gone mad, and we’re not sleeping well again,          we’ll never will!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;We live in fear, live in disgrace…&lt;br /&gt;       Live in the world of hate, don’t know if I could survive&lt;br /&gt;       Where’s my believe, whrre is my faith…&lt;br /&gt;       Something to hold on when we walk thru this never ending pain…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The story goes around of this fucking holy war&lt;br /&gt;       I will not stand alone, victims of the ignorance…&lt;br /&gt;       Riot panic crash, this is new religion clash&lt;br /&gt;       I have no more trust, wake me up on the day I die…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;The year, year of the danger…&lt;br /&gt;       We had the guts, we’re not the pretenders…&lt;br /&gt;       The the world’s gone mad, and we’re not sleeping well again,          we’ll never will!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;We live in fear, live in disgrace…&lt;br /&gt;       Live in the world of hate, don’t know if I could survive&lt;br /&gt;       Where’s my believe, where is my faith…&lt;br /&gt;       Something to hold on when we walk thru this never ending pain…&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;How can you believe in peace…&lt;br /&gt;       Will you give a war a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;       Everything we do will comes around goes around comes around round and          around…&lt;br /&gt;       Do we really have to hate, really really have to disrespect, really really          have to hate…&lt;br /&gt;       Do we really really have to kill?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;In year of the danger, we are not the pretenders…&lt;br /&gt;       The world’s gone mad now and we’re not, we’ll never          sleep we’ll never will&lt;br /&gt;       Never sleep well, we’ll never sleep, never sleep well we’ll          never sleep…… &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;We live in fear, live in disgrace…&lt;br /&gt;       Live in the world of hate, don’t know if I could survive&lt;br /&gt;       Where’s my believe, where is my faith…&lt;br /&gt;       Something to hold on when we walk thru this fear! &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;We live in fear, live in disgrace…&lt;br /&gt;       Live in the world of hate, don’t know if I could survive&lt;br /&gt;       Where’s my believe, whre is my faith…&lt;br /&gt;       Something to hold on when we walk thru this neverending pain…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-8356268158469568619?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-market-love-year-of-danger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-2371057823759868615</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:45:22.773+07:00</atom:updated><title>Black Market Love - Anger Inc.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It won’t be much excellent, people’s killing what they learn&lt;br /&gt;       Paranoid fire puts the smile out of my face&lt;br /&gt;       It won’t be memorable, people colors glowing bright&lt;br /&gt;       The price of fame they pay, smashes me up for what the say &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Now I’ve been locked in this wild trap world&lt;br /&gt;       Maybe I’m wrong. When the way is down and I’ll be gone&lt;br /&gt;       My mind’s still breathing in this hell forsaken time.&lt;br /&gt;       I won't give up, raising my blood&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       I'll be going to the place&lt;br /&gt;       Where someone could make me smile&lt;br /&gt;       I’m still lost but can not stop...&lt;br /&gt;       People colors start the war &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Where’s the truth, where’s the lie&lt;br /&gt;       All they got is about the price&lt;br /&gt;       Living the anger and eternal lies&lt;/p&gt;                     !ekarock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-2371057823759868615?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-market-love-anger-inc.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6093256478112119122</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:44:28.465+07:00</atom:updated><title>Black market Love - PSYCHOFAKE</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Without smile, through these eyes you look so fake&lt;br /&gt;       In the name of attention, you drag people in your way&lt;br /&gt;       With a thousand promises, hiding your life behind your lies&lt;br /&gt;       And then what you wanna do if your target turns to me...&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Well fashioned as pretender, you leave your real world behind&lt;br /&gt;       Never think where you stand, you turn yourself (to)&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Reff:&lt;br /&gt;       PSYCHO -- PSYCHO&lt;br /&gt;       Mentally locked to disco&lt;br /&gt;       PSYCHO -- PSYCHO&lt;br /&gt;       Not be differ you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;       PSYCHO -- PSYCHO&lt;br /&gt;       Mentally locked to disco&lt;br /&gt;       PSYCHO -- PSYCHO&lt;br /&gt;       I don’t know where you will go &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Hard to be the one, who took things bit too strong?&lt;br /&gt;       Then create your unreal mind where you eat those fakes a lot&lt;br /&gt;       I bet you won’t even say a word that sounds so smart to me&lt;br /&gt;       Surrender to your emotion, you will find what’s going on&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;       That won’t make me wanna kill you&lt;br /&gt;       I will stay in my line where's my faith have to stand&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt; &lt;span class="item-action"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="email-post.g?blogID=3957227050562839059&amp;amp;postID=4571553229437825862" title="Posting Email"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6093256478112119122?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-market-love-psychofake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-2110496537160599365</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:43:34.359+07:00</atom:updated><title>Black Market Love - Strong enough</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I spent all my tragic days but it made me more confused&lt;br /&gt;       What was really going on? Every step I did so blur       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many things I cannot leave pull me to an empty space&lt;br /&gt;       I reach out beyond the line, hope to find another life&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;       Good times and bad times I walk through, but at the end I will fall&lt;br /&gt;       All of my sympathy disappears, it’s turning useless &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Reff:&lt;br /&gt;       OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;       The pain I try to live without&lt;br /&gt;       Stealing back memories that were mine&lt;br /&gt;       OOOOO&lt;br /&gt;       The tension makes me runaway&lt;br /&gt;       I feel less-powered and good friends are gone&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p&gt;Friends are easy come and go, think my life's is misery&lt;br /&gt;       Hypocrite society, perfect people is not real&lt;br /&gt;       You will never count at all, what I give and what I care&lt;br /&gt;       And you'll always got the times, you got sick when I worked wrong&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Back to&lt;br /&gt;       **&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-2110496537160599365?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/black-market-love-strong-enough.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-1025140061910939142</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:39:11.944+07:00</atom:updated><title>White Town (Superman is dead)</title><description>Welcome to the white town&lt;br /&gt;Where money, lust and sex&lt;br /&gt;Fuck up your mind&lt;br /&gt;I fell down, to the floor&lt;br /&gt;In this crazy place&lt;br /&gt;I met the ugly face&lt;br /&gt;This desire always make me&lt;br /&gt;Cannot pretending&lt;br /&gt;Or fighting just standing alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta get outta this place&lt;br /&gt;Man it’s not what I want&lt;br /&gt;All the reason to stay&lt;br /&gt;Is overrated and fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s too hard to survive&lt;br /&gt;And too fast to realize&lt;br /&gt;Come and go suck your blood&lt;br /&gt;To the last ‘till you’re dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this land, of falling sky&lt;br /&gt;In this land, once I just&lt;br /&gt;Love so much&lt;br /&gt;And it’s time, will burn&lt;br /&gt;All the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets, well too hot know&lt;br /&gt;Drug dealer monkey business&lt;br /&gt;And all that shit&lt;br /&gt;Beware, watch your step now&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know when&lt;br /&gt;The devil stand behind your back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-1025140061910939142?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/white-town-superman-is-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-2651255276528651197</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:38:16.135+07:00</atom:updated><title>Goodbye Whiskey</title><description>First time I meet you was year 1994&lt;br /&gt;I felt in love with you as hard as we can go&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say, no matter what they do&lt;br /&gt;Walk together to the black and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I wake up and never know when it's enuff&lt;br /&gt;My blood keep telling me, "hey man you gotta stop!!"&lt;br /&gt;It's hard so bad and I don't wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;But baby this time, this time is for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when, remember downtown&lt;br /&gt;Punkrock song and I hold you tight like there's no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You got me love, you got me hell&lt;br /&gt;And this time, we will say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye whiskey, goodbye whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the joy in good times and the bad...&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye whiskey, our time is over...&lt;br /&gt;So goodbye till we meet again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-2651255276528651197?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-whiskey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-2844030625916657060</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:37:12.161+07:00</atom:updated><title>Kuta Rock City - RUNAWAY STRIPPER</title><description>The night’s still young and the booze is free&lt;br /&gt;My friend he makes a big party&lt;br /&gt;Soon we are getting there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down the hill in this mini van&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is gonna be a blast&lt;br /&gt;The action just can’t wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drink this bottle, and the stars they look so bright&lt;br /&gt;And the right direction, so we’ll see another day&lt;br /&gt;And we hope she’ll be there, wearing just black underwear&lt;br /&gt;But end up sing this song, and this is for the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Runaway stripper, she will never come back&lt;br /&gt;Runaway stripper, she ain’t never comin’ back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything wrong, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;I just hoped she found her way home&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she just want it more, want a better deal&lt;br /&gt;Let’s have a good time without her&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-2844030625916657060?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/kuta-rock-city-runaway-stripper.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6634460839391212485</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:36:13.283+07:00</atom:updated><title>Kuta Rock City - THE BROKEN SONG</title><description>I look up the sky it’s nothing there could make me smile&lt;br /&gt;And the moon is dark it’s time to let you go&lt;br /&gt;The scratches in my heart I know it’s real but feel so fake&lt;br /&gt;I could never…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos when I look back so many things I should regret&lt;br /&gt;My insecurity won’t dry to pull you down&lt;br /&gt;All this things surrounding me is never compromise&lt;br /&gt;Bring the devil get outta my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This broken heart and broken life&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made it all no turning back&lt;br /&gt;Now should I stay here with no lights&lt;br /&gt;Or should I go for one last try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The brighter side of me is grey so hard to make it white&lt;br /&gt;And the reasons just completely out of sight&lt;br /&gt;I’ll come back and try when I know I’m a better man&lt;br /&gt;Then again that will never come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why we say good bye&lt;br /&gt;Wonder why I fucked up everything&lt;br /&gt;And just today I’ve found it why&lt;br /&gt;Like they say some was born to lose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6634460839391212485?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/kuta-rock-city-broken-song.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-2429195679058394877</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:35:12.166+07:00</atom:updated><title>SupermanIsDead / Kuta Rock City - FUCKING HERO</title><description>I got something to do, I hope you’re coming too&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell your mom and dad, we’re gonna meet some dudes&lt;br /&gt;They think they’re just too cool, that’s why I hate’em so&lt;br /&gt;Watch your head and step, get ready for a fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna mess ‘em up, before they take us down&lt;br /&gt;We are not alone, minority will rise&lt;br /&gt;Try hard to be a punker, can’t stand for going further&lt;br /&gt;Stealing my style in the name of attention!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hero, get lost of me&lt;br /&gt;Fucking hero, not close to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick and I never hope your help&lt;br /&gt;You better live in hell than you’re living in pretend&lt;br /&gt;You make me sick and I never hope your help&lt;br /&gt;And I would not let you live again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hero, zero, what else a fucking moron&lt;br /&gt;A hero, zero, what else a fucking cow&lt;br /&gt;A hero, zero, what else a fucking….&lt;br /&gt;A hero, zero, you must get a fucking go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-2429195679058394877?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/supermanisdead-kuta-rock-city-fucking.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6347153363855858517</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:34:09.609+07:00</atom:updated><title>Kuta Rock City - EPHEDRINE KING</title><description>I want here to tell you, the story about this&lt;br /&gt;King halelluja, queen of the light&lt;br /&gt;He’s never been sleeping, he liked to get trippin’&lt;br /&gt;Never give up for taking drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatcha gonna do, my Ephedrine King&lt;br /&gt;6 in the morning still got the pills&lt;br /&gt;When the whiskey comes down&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down, he’s gonna start to search the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephedrine King [hell yeah!]&lt;br /&gt;Walking backwards for some fun&lt;br /&gt;F-U-C-K [fuck yea!]&lt;br /&gt;Say it loud when you get high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking too fast, but moving so slow what&lt;br /&gt;The hell am I doing down here with you&lt;br /&gt;Walking like rubber, and my hair is growing&lt;br /&gt;Am I just pretending or is it real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whatcha gonna do, I’m the Ephedrine King&lt;br /&gt;6 in the morning still got the chicks&lt;br /&gt;When the whiskey comes down&lt;br /&gt;When it comes down, girls they’re just gonna scream so loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So do you think it’s been so fun?&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess you’re not so pretty right&lt;br /&gt;Cos deep inside I feel so low&lt;br /&gt;In everything I’ve done for life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6347153363855858517?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/kuta-rock-city-ephedrine-king.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-8745282069231889817</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:32:33.125+07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Bad Bad / Kuta Rock city - Beyond this Honesty</title><description>When I found the love it’s seem so hard,&lt;br /&gt;To make it close here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Break the single day out of my time,&lt;br /&gt;But then the good things never come&lt;br /&gt;Oh feel my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It’s gonna blow by one two three&lt;br /&gt;But I got nothing much to lose&lt;br /&gt;Send back the dime,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t ease the pain ‘cos I got mine&lt;br /&gt;Yea I got my own misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll say what I say,&lt;br /&gt;And do what I do, and I will be true,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought the angel will be you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, now you spit fire on my face&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you start to talk like you’re god&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you put the stupid music on&lt;br /&gt;(oh what the fuck !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the joke that used to make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s just dumb you said it too much&lt;br /&gt;All the beauty came out from your face,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t scrath my eyes again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi what’s your name,&lt;br /&gt;Can I kiss your lips, baby I love you&lt;br /&gt;Wish I didn’t speak those words to you&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that you try so hard&lt;br /&gt;Always put me down,&lt;br /&gt;Hey baby this man had enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just say what you say,&lt;br /&gt;And do what you do, It won’t be for long&lt;br /&gt;Beyond this honesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she bring me down about my style&lt;br /&gt;Oh, why don’t you burn like a barbie doll&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she likes the macho kind a guy&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no wonder she act like one too&lt;br /&gt;(oh what the fuck !)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-8745282069231889817?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-bad-bad-kuta-rock-city-beyond-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-5396385738115111032</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:31:47.029+07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Bad Bad / the hangover decade - My Girlfriend is Pregnant</title><description>My girldfriend is pregnant&lt;br /&gt;I can not believe what have done&lt;br /&gt;My girlfriend is pregnant&lt;br /&gt;Something’s left inside&lt;br /&gt;It’s happened&lt;br /&gt;My brain is stacking,&lt;br /&gt;Got no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;She still arround me&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I can’t run&lt;br /&gt;Suicide infront of me&lt;br /&gt;So what to do&lt;br /&gt;Remember she loves me&lt;br /&gt;And it’s make me kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luck is not on my side&lt;br /&gt;I found that I’ve lost my brain&lt;br /&gt;Please help me&lt;br /&gt;Out this blinded mind&lt;br /&gt;To face reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, this is a story&lt;br /&gt;This is a story of human life&lt;br /&gt;Marriage, it just the last style&lt;br /&gt;It just the last style&lt;br /&gt;Of human game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have to run&lt;br /&gt;It just a part of a game&lt;br /&gt;Marriage can be more tasty&lt;br /&gt;And fantasy than suicide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-5396385738115111032?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-bad-bad-hangover-decade-my.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6422956998849443251</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:30:54.558+07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Bad Bad / the hangover Decade - TV Brain</title><description>They never know&lt;br /&gt;How much i like the colour black&lt;br /&gt;They never know&lt;br /&gt;How much i spent for the cocaine&lt;br /&gt;But now i’m sure they sell the pain&lt;br /&gt;Just for the game&lt;br /&gt;Unless you fool me in the way&lt;br /&gt;Of this goddamn world!&lt;br /&gt;I will walk again,&lt;br /&gt;I will speak in vain&lt;br /&gt;When there’s nothing stand&lt;br /&gt;Against my revenge&lt;br /&gt;Good enough to blame,&lt;br /&gt;When everyone’s insane&lt;br /&gt;So i can sneak&lt;br /&gt;In the back of your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constitution fall&lt;br /&gt;I reach up the sky,&lt;br /&gt;I follow the lust,&lt;br /&gt;End up like a winner&lt;br /&gt;Television brain inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go away...&lt;br /&gt;The telivision brain&lt;br /&gt;I’ll walk away.....&lt;br /&gt;Just one step closer to the&lt;br /&gt;Castaway.......&lt;br /&gt;I’ve watched the TV show&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel blind.....&lt;br /&gt;The news is on i just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell numb inside me,&lt;br /&gt;I feel hate just surround me&lt;br /&gt;God i do not want this thing&lt;br /&gt;I could never change !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They never know&lt;br /&gt;How much i like&lt;br /&gt;My favorite bands&lt;br /&gt;But magazine they just turns&lt;br /&gt;Everyting so bad&lt;br /&gt;It’s time for me to watch&lt;br /&gt;You guys get fucking burn&lt;br /&gt;We’re gonna blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Just like the atom bomb !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll get up again,&lt;br /&gt;I will kick and shout&lt;br /&gt;And there’s nothing stand&lt;br /&gt;Against my revenge&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy to blame,&lt;br /&gt;When everyone’s insane&lt;br /&gt;I sneak in to the back&lt;br /&gt;Of your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6422956998849443251?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-bad-bad-hangover-decade-tv-brain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6781492524966851035</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:29:56.900+07:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Bad Bad / the hangover Decade - Long Way to the Bar</title><description>Riding on, such a fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;Found me out this nigh,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling on the scream&lt;br /&gt;Not too loud, drag me out,&lt;br /&gt;What it’s all about&lt;br /&gt;Now I repeat, all the memories,&lt;br /&gt;Need more time to share,&lt;br /&gt;Growing on the link&lt;br /&gt;So much fun, yes it’s fun,&lt;br /&gt;Damn I cannot back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m down,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you down&lt;br /&gt;But it just seems allright now&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go to the bar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times is running on my own&lt;br /&gt;I’m not slow hey I’m still fine&lt;br /&gt;What about another drinks&lt;br /&gt;Goin’ nowhere fast&lt;br /&gt;So why have to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for such an alibi,&lt;br /&gt;Rolling all the dice,&lt;br /&gt;Choosing just one lie&lt;br /&gt;Truth don’t lie, alcohol does,&lt;br /&gt;How can that be fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the corner now,&lt;br /&gt;Dark and full of smoke,&lt;br /&gt;Spending all my cash,&lt;br /&gt;Action cannot wait,&lt;br /&gt;Where’s the fun,&lt;br /&gt;And all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;They all leave me here !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’m down,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you fucked !&lt;br /&gt;But it just seems allright now&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the light,&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go to the bar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6781492524966851035?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/bad-bad-bad-hangover-decade-long-way-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-4068577336457810340</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:27:18.691+07:00</atom:updated><title>The Hangover Decade - GREAT DREAM OF SOCIETY</title><description>A call from confusion makes sure my head really gets in&lt;br /&gt;Time’s too short, leave me out of history&lt;br /&gt;Move the conclusion; it’s not fully clued in&lt;br /&gt;The case’s now begun, beyond the territory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Every place seems to start fade away&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got no more direction, that I  am supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;My decision’s still flying over me&lt;br /&gt;Hell is burning who will eat those flames?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;No matter what to say&lt;br /&gt;I’m just starting up&lt;br /&gt;Forced to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Who’s gonna lead the way up&lt;br /&gt;And what they say&lt;br /&gt;Will it be enough?&lt;br /&gt;Help to put me out the disease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another light movement, growing up without lessons&lt;br /&gt;Frozen in the flashlight…the next priority?&lt;br /&gt;Too much louder noise makes me hard to recognize&lt;br /&gt;Destiny is dying, no other way to say it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*, **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of having a great society&lt;br /&gt;Going fast through the multi crosses&lt;br /&gt;Here I’m still reading letter by letter&lt;br /&gt;Find the best way to break up the Ice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-4068577336457810340?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hangover-decade-great-dream-of-society.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-1707954776072718049</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:25:32.026+07:00</atom:updated><title>The Hangover Decade - FALLING DOWN</title><description>Male:&lt;br /&gt;My friend just called me up to join his party&lt;br /&gt;I found myself dressing up fine, just like the king&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lady stepped beside me. Sexy, damn! She burned the place&lt;br /&gt;She whispered "I will never loose this night , ever"&lt;br /&gt;Tequila's blasting out my mind. Everything's about going wild.&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at you, my lady! You!  My friend took you! I got drunk&lt;br /&gt;Then nothing I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;Falling down&lt;br /&gt;Fall fall falling down. Tease my head out loud&lt;br /&gt;Falling down&lt;br /&gt;Fall falling down. Keep my face against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Falling down&lt;br /&gt;Fall fall falling down. Push the light against the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;The night's going dark, totally dark. I'm all outta stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female:&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your lovely kiss that night&lt;br /&gt;No one knew, I was lost in the park&lt;br /&gt;And then I found someone to make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;His eyes so bright, blew me away&lt;br /&gt;He cares more than you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I returned, I could not leave his burning heart alone&lt;br /&gt;I though you knew what it was that I had to do&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart, he's got a million ways to go&lt;br /&gt;And sure, I like.. The great new house, the brand new cars&lt;br /&gt;Your friend is mine. And so what? nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male:&lt;br /&gt;Those who punish me are guilty babe&lt;br /&gt;It's so great!   Being a lady&lt;br /&gt;Should I send you your make up bag?&lt;br /&gt;Just to make you comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female:&lt;br /&gt;I'm a normal girl, I am not the same&lt;br /&gt;But I love his air con room&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing wrong with me...again, nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;I've got someone new,  I keep walking thru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Male:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know how far is hell from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female:&lt;br /&gt;Hey!, I am not the winner of this race!&lt;br /&gt;You have to be warmer than him actually. Could you say "good luck"  for my new destination ?.&lt;br /&gt;You said you would be proud if I've done what's right for me.&lt;br /&gt;…oh no no no no no….bullshit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-1707954776072718049?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hangover-decade-falling-down.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-7835935714757357368</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:23:11.276+07:00</atom:updated><title>The Hangover Decade - DISPOSABLE LIES (Superman Is Dead Lyrics)</title><description>&lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; &lt;p&gt;However much you want to show that&lt;br /&gt;You keep me inside and what you really care&lt;br /&gt;Have a close look deep into your flame&lt;br /&gt;Time is running out, nothing to hide away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;I know we’re both all right&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go, start running around&lt;br /&gt;Do it faster that I write&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind, all the things we’ve burnt&lt;br /&gt;Cruising down the memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time to go, start running around&lt;br /&gt;Do it faster that I write&lt;br /&gt;Since I don’t know what the last&lt;br /&gt;Heaven’s got it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up the way back to get home&lt;br /&gt;It’s the hardest thing that we think all night&lt;br /&gt;Anything could be the adventure&lt;br /&gt;It’s all growing and beyond the tragedy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Since I don’t know what the last&lt;br /&gt;Since I don’t know what the lies&lt;br /&gt;Hell! I don’t know what the nice&lt;br /&gt;Heaven’s got it all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span class="post-icons"&gt; &lt;span class="item-action"&gt; &lt;a href="email-post.g?blogID=3957227050562839059&amp;amp;postID=2182338430625385274" title="Posting Email"&gt; &lt;img alt="" class="icon-action" src="img/icon18_email.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="email-post.g?blogID=3957227050562839059&amp;amp;postID=2182338430625385274" title="Posting Email"&gt; &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-7835935714757357368?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hangover-decade-disposable-lies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5136919220432031023.post-6486495272271408103</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2008 09:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-08T16:20:58.576+07:00</atom:updated><title>The Hangover Decade - BROKEN GUIDANCE Superman Is Dead</title><description>So you’ve ever heard the stories?.&lt;br /&gt;There’s no reason of being blind&lt;br /&gt;I begin to setup my worries&lt;br /&gt;Should be left until you’re right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will catch you&lt;br /&gt;Someone hunts your needs&lt;br /&gt;Many good signs can advise you through the timeline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greater range of explanation&lt;br /&gt;Too many lies that come to mind&lt;br /&gt;Pretty doubt on destination&lt;br /&gt;It makes sense to start the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one will steer you&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be on your wings&lt;br /&gt;Facing down to heal the broken guidance of us&lt;br /&gt;And start a new light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;There is way much to forget you&lt;br /&gt;Than standing here to get  to know you&lt;br /&gt;All the great day’s gonna make it  go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying down to set the guidance&lt;br /&gt;It’s too late to leave the wrong way&lt;br /&gt;Many saviors know the silent word then make it lost&lt;br /&gt;And hard to find again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5136919220432031023-6486495272271408103?l=bahonk-boy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://bahonk-boy.blogspot.com/2008/02/hangover-decade-broken-guidance.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Rojabul Asom)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>
