roll roll roll. bop man bop. . I wanna rip it, rock it, really bop it,. Yeah, Davy Crockett. Every time I hear that wild saxophone. . I wanna mambo, jambo, do my number.
Here's a little game called hide and go seek. Put your hands over your eyes and please don't peek. You stay here till I find you. And when I find you baby I'll tell you what to do.
I walked a long way down a dead end street,. Now I'm beginning to understand,. I'm not to crazy cause my life is incomplete.. Without your love,. . You've got control of every move I make,.
I don't hear a word, I don't hear a thing,. I need something to make me feel better.. I've tried her at home,. I've tried on the phone,. But somehow I can't seem to get her..
Oh my name it is nothin'. My age it means less. The country I come from. Is called the Midwest. I's taught and brought up there. The laws to abide. And that land that I live in.
Some of us are born, and then. Some of us are born again.. Some of us are scared to death,. And some just don't believe in it.. Something's always wrong.
And i've got you on my mind. Seems i almost always all the time. And its soft secure and fun. In the fading summer sunlight. And your hands on the wall.
Took a long time just to find you there. I knew i said a lot but you didn't care. I tried hard to sell myself. You just laughed and brushed me off. Then one day you smiled and said my name.
I'm gonna wait and watch the world die.. I'm gonna wait and watch it die.. . Once again, the time is right. To look to the past with clear hindsight..
When it's all burning, when it's over. When it's all said and done. Were we ever even alive?. This keeps repeating in my head. We should prepare for the worst.
Did I wear you out?. Were you overwhelmed?. Were you dead all along?. Can you open up just enough. To heal yourself and start again?. Well, I'm sorry.
Sell your story make it interesting. This part's the war scene the soundtrack a symphony. And sometime soon you'll miraculously save me. And we'll have our Hollywood-style ending.
Out there. Out so far I know you can't see. Oh, so close, so close you can't see. They are living their lives just to crucify me. . In here. I wonder what the meaning could be.
God is looking down upon the shivering ones. Shooting up down on the Wellington Road. And reaching out for their arms. . But we don't wanna know. Down on the Wellington Road.
oh how bad its been. and how bad it will be. oh how thin things must seem. it's hard for me to say. but one day you'll see me break. and water. will spring from my face.
blood still pours down onto the page. pride falls rattle we betrayed. drowning in a flood of inequality. false sell the true meaning of love. chests swell warning from above.
We fall to our knees raise our hands toward the sky. Bow to the powerful without asking why. We fill our glass with false sense of pride. The ruling class has forced us all to demand what they supply.
Oh, he steps a shot foot into the room. She knows that this day's been long over due. And now as the tears fall down her face. The pain is real and it's starting to show.
Underneath the gun. In front of waiting eyes. Our time has just begun. No second chance tonight. . So we walk the longest days to live. Inside the shortest nights.