Eli's comin'. Eli's comin' (Eli's a-comin'). Well, you better hide your heart. Your loving heart. Eli's a-comin', and the cards say. A broken heart. .
How can people be so heartless. How can people be so cruel. Easy to be hard. Easy to be cold. . How can people have no feelings. How can they ignore their friends.
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Hutton. . You've got your head up in the air. Act like you don't even care. When I tell ya I'll be there. Come on, stop what your doin to me.. . Circle for a landing, get your feet back on the ground.
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Slippin' away, sittin' on a pillow. Waitin' for night to fall. Girl and a dream, sittin' on a pillow. This is the night to go to the celebrity ball. .
Hardin. . Look out my window, watch the rain.. I hear it beating on my windowpane. But it hurts me so bad,. Bet no one ever hurt this bad.. . My baby left me all alone,.
Just an old fashioned love song. Playing on the radio. And wrapped around the music is the sound. Of someone promising they'll never go. . You'll swear you've heard it before.
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Pushin' the law again. Pushin' the law again. Pushin' the law again. . Justice with a sword. Hispanic knight, abroad. . Pushin' the law again. . Opening his heart to everyone.
Ain't no room for us in your alternative nation. It seems you've had control for much too long. Your greed and your dishonesty only add to my frustration.
Growin' up in broken homes. You find yourself at ten years old. Runnin' drag and startin' fights. But minors hide behind their rights. Start slow with beer and pot.
Yesterday, I was just a boy. In times of youthful hero worship. My kind have been molded. By images on the screen. . Brought up to emulate the big guns.
Oh, spray the masses with gunfire. Foreign pigs will live in fear, they never learn. Light the match, flames burn higher. I need to exterminate the queers.
Say some for the record. Tell the people what you feel. Fuck the record and. Fuck the people. SNOT. We're fittin' to take your town. You know we wear the crown.
Now yes you want the steals protein. I throw you up and fell asleep again. You did not even fight. . Well, it's just another song. Talkin' 'bout how you let them take your rights.
Bueno, esta es solo otra canción. Hablando de como dejas que te quiten los derechos. Otro verso redundante sobre como te rehusas a pelear y pierdes. A que coste? Tu causa no tiene ganador.
My balls your chin. Brow!. . Well it's a bad scene. I guess I never understand. 'Cause I'm just a man doin' the best I can. I separate the truth from your bullshit.
Born into the middle class yeah, all you had to do was ask. And mom and dad would give you what you needed. And though I didn't know you then, I know you'll probably defend.