Now the king told the boogie men. You have to let that raga drop. The oil down the desert way. Has been shaking to the top. . The sheik he drove his Cadillac.
This is the only lonely picture. Waiting on my floor, littering my shore. This is the last true burning letter. Given to a girl, written by a boy. Living in a world created to destroy.
If we were a rock 'n' roll band,. We'd travel all over the land.. We'd play and we'd sing and wear spangly things.. If we were a rock 'n' roll band.. .
Love is a burning thing. And it makes a fiery ring. Bound by ones desire. I fell down into a ring of fire. . I fell into a burning ring of fire. Went down, down, down and the flames went higher.
When I was young I was invincible. I found myself not thinkin twice. I never thought about no future. Its just a roll of a dice. . For the day may come.
Well, clinically insane. Yeah, that's all I need. A warm bed to lay my head. And the soft words, you spoke unto me. Well, I'd probably be. Better off dead.
You go to sleep by yourself. cause you hold yourself like nobody else.. What can I do to make you see. just how perfect you are to me.. . The cold blows the wind over my head.
[Song of Japanese baseball team "Hanshin Tigers"]. . Rokko oroshi ni sasso to. Soten kakeru nichirin no. Seishun no haki uruwashiku. Kagayaku wagana zo Hanshin Taigasu.
He was an alright boy. used to be so nice. until he turned the radio on. he was only 15. when he wrote his first song. now his life had just begun. . All he wants right now is.
It's friday night and he's going out. Drinks 2 beers and leaves the house. Starts the car and drives downtown. . Picks his friends up on the way. After a long hardworking day.
My face is buried inside a book. Everybody's wearing a haggard look. The sirens scream, a baby cries. Everyday on this bus I ride. . There's a man to my left.
Don't take the hand of the man with the platform shoes. Don't take a ride from the guy with the dancing tattoos. Don't close your eyes when he whispers in your ear.
I'm inflamed with desire and it's spreading like wildfire. She doesn't know it but she'll soon be mine. It's just a question of time, Rubella. . I'm insanely obsessed and I simply will not rest.
The last night of the fair. By the big wheel generator. A boy is stabbed. And his money is grabbed. And the air hangs heavy like a dulling wine. . She is famous.
Yeah !. . What she says :. "How come someone hasn't noticed. That I'm dead. And decided to bury me ?. God knows, I'm ready !". La-la-la .... . What she said was sad.
A sad fact widely known. The most impassionate song. To a lonely soul. Is so easily outgrown. . But don't forget the songs. That made you smile. And the songs that made you cry.
It's time the tale were told. Of how you took a child. And you made him old. . It's time the tale were told. Of how you took a child. And you made him old.
I've seen the world, been to many places. Made lots of friends, many different races. I've had such fun around the world it's true. African skies with a Nairobi mood.