Lucifer quotidie. parat bella usto capillo. Quam ferus qui primus. protulit horrendo enses. Nos ad mala nostra corde vertemus micante. Atqui homo fieri potuit homini lupus.
You never hear the one that hits you, no!. . Well, you work real hard and you stay in line. Got your nose to the grindstone all the time. Then they say, "I'm sorry and I know it's hard.
Oh flip oh gosh oh golly gee. We really shocked the local rock disc jock. Oh crumbs oh boy oh sugar me. The poor bloke nearly went right off his block.
Why should I apologise for things I haven't done?. You always crucify me and look like you're having fun. You say that I'm a stranger when I walk through my front door.
And if life starts to get you down. Don't fall and go under. Or if it's pushing you around. Don't think of surrender. . Or if you feel like crying. Don't give up you can't give up no.
[Chorus:]. You can get it if you really want. You can get it if you really want. You can get it if you really want. But you must try. Try and try. Try and try.
I don't know. But I won't be told the streets of heaven are paved with gold. . I'm gonna stop looking over my shoulder to check what's right. I'm gonna stop thinking it over. And start tonight.
You can get it if you really want. You can get it if you really want. You can get it if you really want. But you must try, try and try, try and try. You'll succeed at last.
Rastus is a nigger, thug, mugger, junkie. Black gollywog, big horny monkey. Pimp, pusher, coon, grinning pick-a-ninny. Send him home soon, back to the trees.
It's not a perfect world. But nobody said it was, yeah nobody lied to you. And it's not fair. But when has it ever been and when will it ever be. There's a lot you should learn.
I'm sick of being pushed around. I'm tired of being forced back down. So all your dreams and your ambitions. Lie there on the floor. What if I want more.
Mid-October, sixty one. The French Police were having fun. Cutting down Algerians. Breaking heads all over town. Yet no-one saw and no-one knew. No-one dared to speak the truth.
And now and then when I'm in the mood. I might get up at the crack of noon. Then take a wander down to the arcade. Might as well clock up a high score.
(Jake Burns). . The smallest goal in life's worth having. You need the purpose. You need the ideal. Or the dream. Don't waste the impulse or the longing.
I could be a soldier. Go out there and fight to save this land. Be a people's soldier. Paramilitary gun in hand. I won't be a soldier. I won't take no orders from no-one.
I could be a soldier. Go out there and fight to save this land. Be a people's soldier. Paramilitary gun in hand. I won't be a soldier. I won't take no orders from no-one.
No one knows exactly where he came from. It wassomewhere in arkansaw. grew up flat broke with no education. Had his run-ins with the law. His fists became his passport out of hell.
Hah!. . When we started we thought we were great. Though nobody else agreed. Just you and I wasting our time. Playing and singing out of key. . And they said we played too loud.
You feel the damp in the evening air. You see them standing you feel them stare. You hear their insults you can hear them shout. You try to answer but no words come out.
Looking back it's funny that we never lied. That night we met when were both alone. We knew at once that what we'd want was just that night. Knew it couldn't be forever.