Don Quixote got nothing on me. Saddle up the windmill I feel a breeze. I'm fully loaded, you got keys. Don't know about the next but the first trip is free.
Cats cradle, knots tied. It ain't funny valentine. So why you laughin. Red poppies, black eyes. I'll take yours, you have mine. Call it even. That snake in the grass.
Are you a suspect, or are you clean. Are you like me kinda in between. Are you holding, are you without. If you live the life there can't be no doubt.
Fine sir john got far beyond. And laid low one wet september. It was then he wrote. The curse of her pearls. For which he is now remembered. But of course it all came to an end.
Dreamer come spring time. water's running quick. black winged dance of fireflies. in the garden where we sit. never dream to gypsy. of rollin' over stone.
Rosalee you little country thang. Sure 'nuff know, how to make me smile. You like the jangle, of my tambourine. Won't you stay a little while. . Rosalee, sugar sweet.
Fiddle tunes call the band. A simple melancholy melody. A new day mist. A soft pacific breeze. Now it's all coming back to me. . About a stranger and it's real inside.
we said wait 'til march. i should've stayed in that time. the crashing comes right on by. . and i just didn't think of my childhood there,. the way that i leap through reality, well,.
V1. I'm such a mess gotta confess lately I'm screwing up. You see the pieces on the floor but then you pick them up. This ain't a perfect world but you make everything okay.
[Verse 1]. I fell for every line on your lips,. only lies. A broken heart in the first degree. I thought we were just fine. should have seen all the signs.
1,2,3. Ready set. For a night that we will never forget. City lights, in a sight. Gonna take this town, over tonight. . (Turn it, turn it loud). Wanna feel the sound take over.
It may be just a day like any other day. I'm gonna change that.. wait and see. . I'm gonna learn to fly. I'm gonna touch the sky. turn these dreams into reality.
Phones blowin' up with SOS. Another party in distress. Way below zero. Let's take this show on the road. Turn this night into gold. It's time to play to hero.
The judge turned to me. as he threw away the key. murder one murder one. your doing life my son. . You have robbed. you have slaughtered. your going somewhere hot.
The winter of discontent's nearing. Thatchers got trouble with her hearing. The voices of many are going unheard. I'd try to laugh if it wasn't absurd.
Was born and bred. Lived here all my life. Don't know why. But it just seemed right. Can't change me local. Can't change the firm. This is my story. Just listen and learn.
London town is [unverified] from in England. Grew up on the streets through anarchy. Time moved on football was our family. It's our life, it's every thing to me.
Job chances seem very thin. It's a losing battle we must all win. The C.B.I. are winning keep down the pay. Mysterious people calling early in the day.
How dare you sit in judgment. Of working girls on the game. You're just as guilty your honour. Hiding facts behind your fame. DISHING OUT A PRISON TERM.
They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers. Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers. Flared blue jeans and anoracks. With yellow streaks all down their backs.