Here comes the original businessman. He smiles at you as he shakes your hand. "Listen to me" - he's got a lot to say. But you don't understand. No, you don't understand.
Hatred in the hearts of the young population. Riots in the streets of the "civilised" nation. Was it the poverty? Was it the police?. No - it's the British disease.
Silence - is no reaction. "Violence" - that one-word caption. Can you say it with just one word?. Unspoken - the sins that go unheard. . Chorus:. Government... bullshit.
Here we are in the big, big city. Plenty of ways to spend your money. Getting ripped off is a way of life. Stick your money on a skin flint knife. . No,no,no,no it's too shitty.
Here we are in a new age. Wishing we were dead. There's a TV in my front room. And it's screwing up my head. There's a scanner in the toilet. To watch you take a bath.
Why dont I get you a star from the Milky Way that shines tonight. This evening can reveal that after all we are just people trying to understand our ways.
Well all right, bye, bye. To this place that once held this heart of mine. I'm gonna cry you one last tear but I ain't cryin' no more. I know this big old world got somethin' better in store.
School is out but it really doesn't matter anymore. 'Cuz I finally figured out that's not what I'm living for. People in this town tryin' to be smart as they can be.
Me got fire can't put it out. Heap fire water going to make me shout. I'm going down and get my squaw. I might buy her a great big car. Me big chief I'm feeling good.
Besame. Besame mucho. Como si fuera esta noche la ultima vez. Besame. Besame mucho. Que tengo miedo pederte,perderte otra vez. Oui je sais bien qu'un beau jours on revient.
SLOWLY THE SEASONS CHANGE. SLOWLY LIFE IS GETTING STRANGE. ALL COLOURS TURN TO GREY NOTHING MATTERS ANYWAY. MY DREARY LIFE MAKES ME SCARED. WHY AM I TOO TIRED TO FIGHT AGAINST IT.
We stand here proud and strong. On our way to the top. But we don't stand alone. 'cause there's you and your support. . It's fire and ice it's your only request.
It began in the summer of grief. As the sovereigns decided to subpress. Our women and children they were bleeding. And our homeland was twisting in agony.
We sleep together you and I. we bring these awful things to rest.. Discuss the day and I lose my balance again.. . You talk of us, remembering when I was listening..
I endure these ruptured thoughts. Heartsick forlorn. Waiting for the sin to rot. Decayed and torn. Walking down this path again. Will your heart ever mend.
Burnt Memories.. Porcelain like an infants eyes. Glowing like a face on fire. Singing this lullaby. Painting a fatal goobye, fatal goodbye. . And we're bleeding colors of grey.
Taste it, bite it, chew it. Pop it, lick it, smack it. Move it, drop it, crack it, smack it. You know you want my bubblegum. . Taste it, bite it, chew it.
Written by Marty Stuart. . She was the finest lookin' woman, that I've ever seen. Looked like she stepped right off the cover of a glamour magazine. I've never seen a girl like that, in this country town.
Written by Marty Stuart. . Well if you're down in Mississippi, where the livin's slow. And you're just standin' on the corner, wonderin' which way to go.
Touch me, turn me on, and burn me down. Your lips, hold a wild desire. And give a kiss like the devil's fire. Your kind of love could burn a town. Touch me, turn me on, and burn me down.