... the screaming out the soul inside No future baby... we're going down But I'll always remember those electric nights God Shock! Demon Rush! Electric
Übersetzung: Die Krone. Electric Night.
Yeah... the screaming out the soul inside No future baby... we're going down But I'll always remember those electric nights God Shock! Demon Rush! Electric
on the cobblestones, alright! It's painted over a tried again, alright! Another night and I'm getting better instead of sick. The air is electric just
in the night Yeah, obey the laws and do everything right But when it comes it'll come like a thief in the night For real we take 'em away They take '
Lilac blowin' through the warm summer air Hint of your perfume, the smell of your hair Sun is settin' and the crows all cry Electrical storm formin' in
back the electric car? Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star? We do! We do! Who robs the cave fish of their site? Who rigs every Oscar night? We do! We
on Mr. Crow my dear We'd better have this gottle o' geer Then one fateful night into the dressing room so bright Walked our friend tabledoll Mr. Crow
. Who keeps back the electric car? Who makes Steve Guttenberg a star? We do, we do. Who robs cavefish of their sight? Who rigs every Oscar night? We
me from, from going mental Save me from just spinning out Somedays are better than others Somedays you just can't figure out Somedays you can't explain My best friend and me one night
created nothing and I'm wide awake, So can I tie my key to your electric kite? The rooster crowed twice and you can't sleep at night. There's too many
composition to sawdust Time is breath; breath is life; life is light Light is no less than capital 'C' on the mic Beneath the mirage of night I'll attack
before the firewall Of dissonant choirs whose faith in one Was embraced in this wraith whose fate was hung Between forgiveness and the damage done An electric
me by just like the grateful dead From Julie Andrews to Jerry Garcia Life was all fun and games I was out of my head and underneath my bed Playing with electric trains Electric
Lilac blowing through the warm summer air Hint of your perfume The smell of your hair Sun is setting and the crows all cry Electrical storm forming in
their balance on the edge of the bladers of hate Day by day mafia kisses suck and bite the soul of the king with the crown of thorns during the siege
