: [Chorus] To all my people goin through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep yo' head up, fuck what they said
: [Music: Demonaz, Abbath - Lyrics: Demonaz] Under a bloodred moon in the cold wastes of Thule Where wintershadows lies untouched Where I dwell at the
: (John Phillips/John Stewart) [Chorus:] I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow. Gonna find a true love. That is where I want to go. Out where
: On june fifth, in the year of eighty-nine, he was unarmed with focused mind Deflance glared down the barrel of the gun pointed from a tank in tiananmen
: They are sick, they are poor And they die by the thousands and we look away They are wolves at the door They are not going to move us or get in our
: I remember walking, one side of town to the other Alone one night in January... or February It's like in an old movie from some other land It lasted
: (1. Strophe) Es ist nicht leicht Auf dieser Welt 'ne Frau zu sein. Wenn jeder Mann immer das Gleiche will, Brauch ich kein'. Ich hab nichts gegen
To all my people goin' through it on a daily basis And it seem like the world is full of cold places Keep your head up, fuck what they said 'Cause you
I'm goin' where them chilly winds don't blow Gonna find a true love that is where I want to go Out where them chilly winds don't blow Sing your song,
boldy forging on plains of kansas on both sides a new book to fill endless highway and miles and miles of ambition the unknown makes a turn and heads
If you don't treat me better If you don't treat me better Baby, I'll just run away, ohh yeah Baby, I don't know what drives you To play these silly games
I remember, oh yeah The signs of springtime There were birds, music Everywhere, everywhere Some of us played, oh yeah And some of us cried Can?t you
Another hotel With ruined plans Romantic gesture With ruined plans And so you make it your own But this is where your arm can't go You make it your own
Hunger and the lights are off, honey Trying to find my head Don't recall laying down In this black bed Cold toes on the cold floor Cold toes on the cold
In walking sleep and faded sight In countless desperate steps Trudging crossed a dead end world Clawing to the depths Competing on the treadmill But grieving
Intro: Play, Play the theme, play the theme, play the theme, play... Who can test the, New contender? Who can test the, New. con.ten.der...? *Verse
Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch Where you find out what happens in the end Man on the corner preaching
Silent night, holy night All is calm, all is bright Round yon Virgin Mother and Child Holy Infant so tender and mild Sleep in heavenly peace Sleep in
