daughters who registered naught Under intensive electronic scanning You regard your body with regard to events With which nothing planned Never lacked a sense of theater On returning
Übersetzung: Wire. On Returning.
to act, feel numb to the distress. I can't remember freedom, forgot all faces I loved. No cry for help through the wire, my existence a number on my skin
course of history, your position in line. You're just a piece of the puzzle, so I think you better find your place and don't go blaming your knowledge on
nowhere to run, nowhere to hide You're down to the wire Somewhere out there lies a new tomorrow for me and those who believe For a Hero's Return
unable to act, feel numb to the distress. I can't remember freedom, forgot all faces I loved. No cry for help through the wire, my existence a number on
be there lookin' at me Send me down a simple solution Send me down a simple solution now And the price-for life Is one more run on that chicken wire As the hero returns
word than Jerry McGuire I'll set that ass on fire That's how you work with barbed wire Carve my name in your face Pour gas-o-line on you and drop you
see, Bog and heath is everywhere. Here are no birds to sing for me The oaks, they stand twisted and bare. Refrain: We are the bog battalion, On spade
: My hope is on fire My dreams are for sale I dance on a wire But I don't want to fail her I walk against the stream Far from what I believe in I run
(A meanine) so-so, so-so [Wyclef Jean] You gave the feds more info than Sammy "The Bull" Gravano Jeremiah wore the wire, snitch on Zachariah In return
, and the burning sun was on my back Traveled up the ragin' river, I watched the jungle burn And in the reddenin' twilight, I wondered would I ever return. Ridin' on
feel your fire I'll be the other hand that always holds the line Connectin' in between your sweet heart and mine I'm strung out on that wire And I'll be on
and the bombed-out bars And the gas that hangs on to every breeze Now the army's installed by that old gas yard wall And the damned barbed wire gets
an orange star Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel You know the new checks with nigo face right on
A systematic killer, returning from Madrid Murdered Mozart in his garden Mussolini ran and hid He was chosen by his elders sitting on the shelf They passed
Wilson] A systematic killer Returning from Madrid Murdered Mozart in his garden Mussolini ran and hid He was chosen by his elders Sitting on the shelf
of history, your position in line You are just a piece of the puzzle So I think you better find your place And don't go blamin' your knowledge On some