run-away In search of something that was never there in you I want some body, someone new See from a different point of view I want some body, someone new
But wouldn't it be so cool If we made old school new again I know a cowboy who lost a friend We all wrote a song for him And we made old school new
HAD Showing all these new hards They're not SO FUCKIN' BAD You and your crew Would have never MADE IT THROUGH The days we hung out In 1982 The New York
It's not a crime to be innocent These things we have not done But you're not some little child Spring is past and gone Well I know my craving heart And
Übersetzung: New Model Army. Stupid Questions.
I've been down that road And I won't go again It took it's toll on me And all my friends Now I'm tired of settling for less And playing the fool
t rob a warrior Of his pride Warriors, Never Forget The Warriors It's your hate on which we feed We are the new class We are the new breed Send
You've lost my respect.. Say you've got a right And who am I to say But when you do drugs You get in my way I'm not gonna Waste my breath on you
had Showing all these new hards They're not so fucking bad You and your crew Would have never made it through The days we hung out In 1982 The New
If only I could put into words The way I feel Telling myself the situation's not real Lost and sometimes I feel I have nowhere to go Because you
