If this place lost its spirit, I wouldn't know what to do. That's right, I wouldn't know what to do. If this ground started cracking, my heart would to.
Creative movements, some say they're destructive. A way of self expression. Now, give me some soulful rock. Without hesitation. . As I walk through the street art gallery.
The sound of gunfire shocked a nation. Five down, five people dead. The country wakes up after fifty years asleep. And the flag has got a slight touch of red.