Daybreak finds you up and alive just as though you could touch a star. But sunset seems to leave you weary, alone and wondering who you are. Don't deny
A catfish, he tends to groove on the water, it's just where he's bound to be. And a monkey kinds of flashes on fruits and bananas, so he lives in the
Just knocking around the zoo on a Thursday afternoon, there's bars on all the windows and they're counting up the spoons, yeah. <a href="http://www
What good is that happy lie? All you wanted from the start was to cry, girl. It looks like another fall. Your friends they don't seem to help at all.
Something's wrong, that restless feeling's been preying on your mind. Road maps in a well-cracked ceiling, the signs aren't hard to find. Now I'm not
She is frenzied to the point of pain. She is counting up her list again. She won't satisfy another man. You understand. You can't cross the boundry beyond
Patti Johnny Suzie and me we're gonna take a ride on the flying machine The flying machine it flies so high oh my love we can't pass it by Up in the
: Hell is high So am I A junkie's rush, flying across the sky A million miles an hour No, it ain't enough Machine gun mind and a junkie's rush
with yer hands in the air And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying And yer heart
der Street,doch siehst die Gosse und machst halt, dieser MC ist frisch,gegossener Aspahlt, ihr konnt mich hassen doch nicht wehrn aber mich verdammen und verfluchen, doch macht
send me away Your minds are too green, I despise all I've seen You can't stake your lives on a Saviour Machine I need you flying, and I'll show that
over Crawling up Stumbilng all around Losing my place Only to find I've come full circle Flying Off the Hand With careful with That axe Eugene Gene the dance machine
soul to leave me lost and stranded I blame myself and I blame the machines oo-oh oo-oh ? I blame the machines oo-oh oo-oh ? blame the machines repeat? (
Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown Country comfort's in a truck that's going home Down at the well they've got a new machine The foreman says
home You say: If you aint got no money take yo'broke ass home G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S, yeah G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S [B-Section:] We flying the first class Up in
it's time, it's time Take back what we had, it's yours and mine New Jim Crow, different shades of brown Blood spills red on ancient hallowed ground Flying machines
and in secrecy, we found it all, but we want more We come from the age of chivalry Metal machines, unchained and free We are hear for you to see Flying
killing is Wrong protecting the land from the enemy?s strong hand refuges are Losing their lives Suffer!! Shooting and firing The bullets are flying