(Hendrix). . There's a red house over yonder,. that's where my baby stays.. Lord, there's a red house over yonder,. Lord, that's where my baby stays..
Walkin' down this rocky road, wonderin' where my life is leadin'. Rollin' on to the bitter end. Findin' out along the way, what it takes to keep love living.
I am not weak. I am a warrior. courage unsheathed. I stand alone. And with the sea. of those before me. there is no fear. to call our own. . You've got to dig a little deeper.
Touch my hand. Does it feel strange to you. Somehow I'd like to know. If you're my friend. Why'd you stay inside your shell. Take a look outside yourself.
It's been so long since I've tried. To get up and out of my head. It's too dark out there. . I try not to breathe or make a sound. Or move it all. I'm too scared.
Rock-N-Roll Pumpkin (Say it again).. [repeat continuously]. . Wouldja pop it in our keys? ??.
[music: Tchort, lyrics: Kjetil N]. . It rained on the day that she went away. She never returned. Searching for something she`d lost on her way. She never came back.
Rapid flow. Of suburbia. Ironically. It's you motherly. Anti-confusion. Genocide. The human. . Can't you see. What you've done. Don't hurt me. I didn't do anything.
Music and Lyrics by THE GREAT KAT. AH! You went too far this time PEON!. You picked the WRONG person to FUCK WITH!. You will suffer for your actions!.
Written by 'Slade'. I like black and white. dream in black in white. you like black and white. run runaway. CHORUS:. See chameleon lying there in the sun.
The fondest wish I ever had since the day that I was weaned,. Is to go back and walk again on the rocks of Merasheen;. I still recall the sad farewell I bid her on that day,.
Meet me in the morning and I'll be happy as a clown. You'll just be getting up and I'll still be getting down. The band is getting tired but they don't give a damn.
Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB,. for the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees. So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men....
Two recruiting sergeants came to the CLB,. for the sons of the merchants, to join the Blue Puttees. So all the hands enlisted, five hundred young men.
CHORUS:. We'll rant and we'll roar like true Newfoundlanders. We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below. Until we strikes bottom inside the two sunkers.
Bleed for the death. From the river of pain. And the stream of fear. Another fight for revenge. Marching to the lines. Buried in dust. Only death remains.
Just sixteen a pick up truck. Out of money, out of luck. I've got no way to call my own. Hit the gas and here I go. . I'm running free, yeah. I'm running free.
You're living in a world of sin. Eyes like a blood red sky. You know how you feel. The speed of light trapped in your eyes. . The world around you. It's not thePromised land.