No way I'm gonna crazy. With you playin' with my mind took. You out to dinner but you left me. Bahind paid for the pleaseure. But I wasted my time. Cause dawn it girl I thought.
I met my love by the gas works wall. Dreamed a dream by the old canal. Kissed my girl by the factory wall. . Dirty old town. Dirty old town. . Clouds a drifting across the moon.
Now we've been thinkin'. About the styles for a while. And trippin' over what's hot. And what's not and whnt's gone under. And over but now it's time to.
I like to walk in the summer breeze. Down Dalling Road by the dead old trees. And drink with my friends in the Hammersmith Broadway. Dear, dirty, delightful, old drunken old days.
I've seen those signs a million times, the chill that clouds your eyes. The light that shines black as a coal, deep down in the mind. And I'm hungry, and I'm dying of thirst.
Now the party's over. And the money's all gone. You remember feeling like Jesus' son. . Now your girl has left your side. And now you're gonna get crucified.
The bright lights are calling me. The bright lights are calling me. When the world is dark and cold. And I'm heading down the road. The bright lights are calling me.
On the first day of March it was raining. It was raining worse than anything that I have ever seen. Drank ten pints of beer, cursed all the people there.
Thanks and praises, thanks to Jesus. I bet on the bottle of smoke. I went to hell and to the races. To bet on the bottle of smoke. . The day being clear, the sky being bright.
I met with Napper Tandy. And I shook him by the hand. He said, "Hold me up for Chrissake. For I can hardly stand". . The most disgraceful journey. On which I've ever been.
Alligators snap at your ankles. And branches snap at your brain. If I ever get through this swamp alive. I'll nevermore pray for rain. . This must be the place.
Billy ran around with the rare old crew. And he knew an Arsenal from Tottenham blue. We'd be a darn sight better of if we knew. Where Billy's bones are resting now.
In the big city, where the lights are low. Cold dirty ground, where the rivers don't flow. Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away. . In the big city, where the kids will come cheap.
Wild. Wild. . I go wild 'cause you break me open. Wild 'cause you left me here. I go wild 'cause your promises are broken. . Wild because the chips are down.
The dawn shines her light to scare off the night. The sun from his slumber is woken. And the bells are ringing out as the town crier shouts. Words too strong to be spoken.
My mother spent ten years sitting by a window. Scared if she spoke, she would die of a heart attack. She listened as her dreams silently screamed. They drowned like little dolphins caught in a fishnet.
When I was a young man I carried my pack. And I lived the free life of a rover. From the murrays green basin to the dusty outback. I waltzed my matilda all over.
He scares easily. It makes him so angry at me. And his head spins around. Just like the exorcist and I. Find it ever so hard to resist his cries. . But there's nothing more sadistic than an infant.
Voici une histoire d'un homme cajun. Amadie Adouin etat son nom. Avec sa guitare et avec sa voix. Amadie Adouin etait le roi. . In a town separated by railroad tracks.