Never good enough to win the race. He was always asked to make the pace. Speeding off then left behind. To watch someone else win the golden mile. Tired of always being forgotten.
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI]. . I'M SAVER OF THIS EARTH - TOTAL CALAMITY. WE NEED A SACRIFICE - ORDER FROM ABOVE. GO OUT AND KILL ALL BASTARDS. I WANNA SEE YOUR FACE OF DESPAIR.
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI]. . YOUR MISSING CHILDREN. I KNOW THE PLACE WHERE THEY SLEEP. BRING 'EM TO A TOTURE. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. TWO FACES OF MY MIND.
The Saturday afternoon tradition. Three falls and one submission. Boston crab and half-nelson. Bouncing around for television. Learn the moves and collect your pay.
[SONGS & LYRICS BY TATSU MIKAMI]. . RELEASE FROM BEDLAM. INCREASE MY PURE HATRED. DOWN THE ROAD TO NORTHERN CALIFORNIA. IT'S FOR VENGEANCE. FEMALE HITCHHIKER IS MY PREY.
The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dogs. Aided and abetted by the Local Hunt Sabs.
Here's a good sport, it's easy to play. And as good a way as any of throwing your money away. Betting offices, men only. Tobacco smoke and radio commentaries.
In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, honey,. don't you know that I love you?. In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida, baby,. don't you know that I'll always be true?. . Oh, won't you come with me.
Hey bugger me, now where's mi clogs?. Sunday cap and Sunday togs. Come along and pare some shins. Winner often wins. Hey ho! And away we go!. Kick your opponent's shins, oh!.
There's pedal bikes and motor bikes. And now they're riding mountain bikes. Up and down and out of town. Over, under, through, around. I ride my little bicycle, I ride it to the top.
Me liking you is not likely to be true anytime soon. Staring at me won't make me believe that I want you around. Looking at me it's easy to see that you're bringin me down.
Remember Mexico '86?. "Dirty" Diego, the Saint and Greaves. All covering up the cracks of an economic crisis. What the cameras don't show the viewers won't notice.
I get excited at the thought of you. Growing up to be the girl I knew. In my dreams. . Silly me I must have overslept. Maybe never didn't get here yet.
Out, mixed up in a crowd. Christopher and loud. Looking for a long lost friend. Window to the street. Tarot cards so neat. She said she could see my soul.
I saw one legged skiers, agile and graceful. In and out the slalom, rushing ever downwards. And there weren't any losers. I saw marathon runners, strong and determined.