a walk. Summer in London, the weather man said, Waking up late, got to get out of bed. So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and not
Übersetzung: Wahnsinn. A Day On The Town.
for a walk. Summer in London, the weather man said, Waking up late, got to get out of bed. So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and
on the beach in a mist I wanna die with you Wendy on the streets tonight In an everlasting kiss The highway's jammed with broken heroes on a last chance
you like to leak alot Meanwhile, crank the volume knob up on my Speakerboxxx Get the fuck on the ground Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town
got up and then a brought em a bullet from a gun I'm a long laster Now you ask for explanation my last word A-L-U-C-A-R-D read it backwards [Chorus:
going on. So we set out for Travar, the golden city..." Looking from the Serpent - you can see a town Here's nothing left of madness - day has wiped
for a walk Summer in London the weather man said Waking up late, got to get out of bed So much to do, got to go everywhere A day on the town and not
In the day we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dream At night we ride through the mansions of glory in suicide machines Sprung from
, I won't leave a trace Of yearning for some room to breathe Still going on, still going on, going on The show must go on The show must go on The show
on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed like al Qaeda I bomb like jetfighters I VILLY ON ME A SLEAZE
the sky on a jet surfboard Shooting people with a laser gun, four points scored I'm outlawed like al Qaeda I bomb like jetfighters I VILLY ON ME A
up and then a brought em a bullet from a gun I'm a long laster Now you ask for explanation my last word A-L-U-C-A-R-D read it backwards [Chorus x2:
and go pistachio They'll never steal my dreams like Leo DiCaprio So, before the madness grow I speak what they have to know In a town that was small,
on the need for prayer When the bomb gonna drop x-rays Everybody gonna fade it's the killin' day Never will another try to play on another killin' day
Meanwhile, crankin' 'bout the knob up on my Speakerboxxx So here we are, get the fuck on the ground Is just a phase you might hear strolling through the A-Town