I was born and raised on the street. I grew up in a jungle of stone. I felt the madness of people. But I fought my way up alone. . Cause I saw the new horizons.
People always blame us for the things we like to do. Ever since we jumped this wild and wacko roundabout. Supersonic youth a restless breed that remains.
So many promises. From master to slave. All lies and emptiness. From the cradle to the grave. We don't need words but action. We want it here. We want it now.
Don't try to talk to your mother. she won't understand. she says you're crazy, boy you're runnig wild. don't try to talk to your father. he won't give a damn.
He's an outlaw. On a dead end street. Has no choice no road to follow. Between the devil and the deep blue sea. Today's like tomorrow. . Oh he's building up inside.
I wanna rot in the sun. I wanna rot in the sun. I wanna rot in the sun. . this is a beautiful life. just 'cause it catches the light. gonna let it all slide.
Standing up high on a mountain top. Looking at the valley below. Mary Poppins flies by on a rattlesnake and. I burry my head in the Egyptian snow. . Robert Goulet on the River Nile.
You're on the highway and Road Runner goes beep-beep. Just step aside or you might end up in a heap. Road Runner, Road Runner runs on the road all day.
over the underground (???) undone. to become warm (???) as the others breathe (???). . you cannot be for real. hoping to see anyone to be with you. choke on the words.
[Verse 1]. We must organize. come together. fortified. shore to shore. and rise. the things that we have seen. may be sore to the eyes. planes tore through the skies.
We're holding on to what we love, we'll never let it go. I've got all my brothers and my sisters around me. We're here to live the fast life, no one can tell us to slow. Now we're turning nothing in to something someday..
[Verse 1]. I'm sendin this one out to my man Sean Barnes. wanted to tell you what's been going on. since you've been gone. every week the crew has dinner with your moms.
Rain was your birth. Gathered deep. Beneath the earth.. Search and seep,. Hollow stone. Issue and flow. Virgin stream. Meander free. It's a long way to the sea..
editing. . You've got me spinning around your tornado. Then keep on making me pay. You've got me comming as soon as a ?. But you got nothing to say. .
You've got me spinning around your tornado. Then keep on making ?. You've got me ? as soon as a ?. But you got nothing to say. . It's the same old story.
You've got me spinning around your tornado. Then keep on making ?. You've got me ? as soon as a ?. But you got nothing to say. . It's the same old story.
Your gentle pace, it provides a rhythm. For the unwashed few of us. Lock and loaded past is a prison. For the crimes of the universe. . Well are you in the situation.
Who'd you say is you?. Where'd you say you hide your proof?. You're swollen like a lexicon. If you hurry we'll be home real soon. . If you meet me in the morning.
Who'd you say is you?. Where'd you say you hide your proof?. You're swollen like a lexicon. If you hurry we'll be home real soon. . If you meet me in the morning.