Refrain: Come on pretty mamma, I need you to show me,. All the things you do, they sure will blow my. Heart is on free line, just need you to call it,.
In the jungle mist. Going back many years. In a lost land. The beast stalked its prey. And where are your dreams now?. Are your souls locked away?. In the garden so many people trying to be.
We're going to stand proud. Won't let your rules get us down. Talking shit about that way we act. You say we're Nazi's on the attack. Skinhead youth - fighting in the street.
Ticking of the clock crash upon the rocks. This is it i guess S.O.S.. Slowly took your best as you tried to stay afloat. You swallow what you can and the rest you sugarcoat.
We come through the windows. We bust down the door. We cut through the ceilings. And pop up from the floor. The children are angry. And they come pouring in.
Touch down, I'm the space arrival. Carrier of a modern style. Chrome trash and the streets are blazin'. Monochrome flash and my mind is grazin'. . I gotta rocket to the sonic sideshow.
I've seen it all before. Turn your life in for gold. It reaches down to my soul. The taste of dust and devil. . This is the sign of my time. The sound of children marchin'.
Please, reach off this tarnished hour. Drink peace again only for my own. Brave season lost in love. The brilliant branches touching all. Warm branches touch bodies cold.
Old King Cole was a merry old soul. Yes, a merry old soul was he. Kick it on down, kick it on down. Kick it Pelham one, two, three. . No one gets out, no one gets out.
I live on in world war 3. Look at untouched faces smile. (Look inside the mind). People like the walking dead. . Lead us to the womb and cry. (The truest thought you find).
You got a stalker.. Just call me Jack.. You'll never see me 'cause I got the knack.. I call you up on the telephone.. Well you can bet I'll never leave you alone..
She walks the line.. There was a time oh so sublime.. There was a time when she was righting wrongs.. There was a time when she wrote happy songs.. But now she's gone to far and it's been too long..
Beyond the cost of diesel fuel. And the tearing down of my old high school. I still think about her. The nation's rising deficit. My fatal crave for cigarettes.
She left Arizona, like her father had before. She took a bus 'cause she hated planes. She prayed the trip would ease her pain. And lead to open doors.
How many times have you heard someone say. If I had his money I could do things my way. But little they know that is so hard to find one rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.
Well I headed to Atlanta for the weekend. Just to step out of my boring little life. I was going to my best friend's brothers' wedding. Thought I'd eat and drink for free for just one night.
It's Tuesday night, it's twenty to eight. I'm picking up my baby and I'm already late. There's a blond hair beauty in the liquor store line. She asked me to share her bottle of wine.
My name aint up in lights. But Im a hero in this bar. And I play four big shows a night. With just me and my guitar. . I dont make a lot of money. And I dont have a lot of gear.
Tears are falling from someone's eyes. And hearts are breaking, yeah somewhere tonight. So many people are hurting and can't see past their pain. But there's still healing in Jesus name.