gonna make them stay at home, And Daddy doesn't understand it, He always said she was good as gold, And he can see (no reasons) 'Cause there are (no
: Spirit rise to greet the sun Takes my hand and beats the drum Tries to make me understand We are as one in a sea of sand. I' m praying for rain ,
wheel of the machine Each time we kill their song Time feeds our memories We travel through past lives We are angels Part devil in disguise We sow the
: Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post-everything As a child, imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what
in Chicago But I dug my teeth into my knees And I settled for a telephone Sang into your machine You are my sunshine My only sunshine You are my sunshine
Friday night, but we've got nowhere to go. Do we brave it out in town with the rest of the city folk, pushing at the bar, pushing at the bar Or do we
rode herd out on route nine We go ridin' in the rain, runnin' south, way down through the pines Weekends in the sun in that cheap motel down by the Dynamo We
Just wrap your legs round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'll
night The street's alive as secret debts are paid Contacts made, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch-blades hustling for the record machine
Just wrap your legs 'round these velvet rims and strap your hands across my engines Together we could break this trap We'll run till we drop, baby we'
We're gonna play some pool, skip some school, act real cool Stay out all night it's gonna feel alright Rosie come out tonight, Rosie come out tonight Windows are
No turning back- no turning back No turning back- no turning back Take the fucking ferry to France, off we go No Ecuasorians allowed, border control with machine
cabines aux cuisines Sur le meme bateau On the boarding footbridges Coaches or first classes, back or front We bring the luggage, from quays on board We
did the same At home there are seventeen year old boys And their idea of fun Is being in a gang called The Disciples High on crack, totin' a machine
fresh and clean You are in the mind of the machine Bling blang think back what it used to be Shooting torpedoes, ? walk like we do ? get left or get
s just another Record Company Bash, Nice to know they've got the cash, You're the only one here I can talk to, Is there nowhere near we can walk to, I
heart away I'm gonna learn to dance if it takes me all night and day Climb into my machine so we can cruise on out I know a swingin' little joint where we