[Lyrics: Jason]. . bleak is this tragedy...Ophelia. my darling rose of May. drown...cruel misery. the curse of a broken heart.
Hey now, I heard that the old song was fooling me. lay down, start throwing gifts for a while. stay down, deep inner heart feeling jealousy. Hey now, life isn't easy she said.
Battagliero. un sepolcro al cimitero. ricoperto di lill. battagliero. uno sguardo ardito e fiero. che rincorre l'aldil. Non lo salver dal cero. il fucile mitragliero.
Well I will rise. the morning comes. nothing ever stays the same. I saw it written on your own face. You're not supposed to be the best of them. you never ever could.
Things that we're taking. It's just transportation, no wires. International dust. Getting sucked, till I have no desires. . Maybe, I can't get sauced.
I am tall and I am thin. Of an enviable height. And I've been known to be quite handsome. From a certain angle and a certain light. Well I entered into O'Malley's.
I quietly wait in blind hope. Youre miles away as I hold out for more. Going out of my way I try to find words for. A voice in my head as you stay alone.
Hey, Quiebro razn justo a tiempo. Soy la vena, la sangre el corazn latiendo. Justo a tiempo. . Sin darme cuenta entraba en tierras lisas. Sin riesgo, sin furia con gente sin prisa.
Hardships faced. We've been disgraced.. Our plans for the land are degraded by menacing hands.. But history's compelling us, telling us to do it all again..
Goodbye my friend and mentor. We'll never see a man quite like you again. In an age of revolution, restitution we sought. You were the spark, we were the fuel and we burned bright as the sun.
Crucified. . I still remember that night, it was the fourth of July. It's still engraved in my mind and I'm not surprised. Gang wars, no guns hand to hand.
On the streets. . On the streets, I've got no home. On the streets, I'm on my own. On the streets, I'm all alone. On the streets, I got no home. On the streets, I'm on my own.
Coming from the ghetto there's no future for the poor. Where the cops don't really care if a bullet hits a bone. where there's unemployment and no work for you and me.
CASUALTIES. TIME TO TAKE A STAND. UNITED WE ARE STRONG. WE WILL CARRY ON. . Let's go... . Come on all you people. Of inner city streets. The ones contaminated.
123 Oi!. What you're doing. Oi! Oi! Oi!. Born in England. Oi! Oi! Oi!. Bomb the hippies. Oi! Oi! Oi!. Women have rights. Oi! Oi! Oi!. . Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! (x4).
I'll give you everything you wanted. That's what you said, your words of weight. And what's this temple that you started. Your blessings gained by our mistakes.