and on When will the happy summer come I'm thinking and thinking of days in the sun Thinking just makes me glad Thinking and thinking of days in the sun
Übersetzung: No Fun At All. Days In The Sun.
these days see me driving round town In my rock 'n' Rolls Royce with the sun roof down And my bottle of booze (no summer time blues) Shouting out 'look at
: Oh no here comes that sun again that means another day without you my friend And it hurts me to look into the mirror at myself and it hurts even
For them Cabbie has his mind on a fare to the sun He works nights but it's not much fun Picks up the London yo-yo's All on their own down Soho Take me
me prudence At least a coffin full of stones would approve Take rock bottom over pretty days Politicians and their masochisms The killers of the sun are
in old L.A. When everybody drove a Chevrolet What ever happenned to the boy next door The sun tanned crew cut all American male Remember dancing at the
: I've got nothing to say today I used my words up yesterday I'm just lying here in the sun Watching you guys having fun Seven days and seven nights
should go And as I turn to you you smiled at me How could we say no? With all the fun to have To live the dreams we always had Woah the songs to
we're nothing Nothing at all One bomb The whole block gone Can't find my children And dust covers the sun Everywhere is noise, panic And confusion But to some another fun
to die Wanna tell me how to live (I like the way that I live) Outta sight outta mind these days Call me fucked up and fine with it all They wanna tell
We're on top of the world with no worries at all As long as we're young Come on everybody in the house now it's time for the young Seven days a week
and paint bright pictures on the wall And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare At
days The brighter sun And the easier lays There's all the more reason for laughing and crying When you're younger and life isn't too hard at all It's
ever look at you and keep the pain i have discreet because i've Lost all my faith in everything and everyone so i Think about all the days when it was all
little ass in my bed at 8:30 wash my plate ate dinner up late gazing at the wall praying basketball was my future for this young one hooping in the sun
don't care at all If it was true Well there is something in the air That makes it difficult to live The way we lived back in the days When we had all
