[M: Beretta/L: Beretta, Cappellari] Sparkling in the sun Armed of steel and leather we are Our red sign over the shield is symbol of death Hate in the
(anderson/berenyi) Carmen tells me what she's done Says she's having fun Wants to be a mom Copper hair and golden smile Sparkles all the while But life
whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey
good book at bedtime no longer suffices The bottle of whiskey just one of my vices It might help me to sleep There you are with your golden brown skin The sparkling
like gold in the sun... but it would still yield to our swords and spears, no matter how it sparkled. The Roman scoundrel, Governor Suetonius Paullinus
heart Never I won't come back someday, becouse it's over But your fantasy can still survive inside your mind Northwinds, slipping, inside my old bones Firestorm, sparkling
rides, my head implodes The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold Walls of grey, nothing good
glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy, blue and silver sparkling
I'm packing away the blacks and the greys and the charcoal The yellows and golds and all of those that sparkle There's a rainbow in my heart There's
s a world outside of Yonkers Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby There's a slick town, Barnaby Out there Full of shine and full of sparkle Close
this planet healthy and young Look closer You'll see the woods Day after day Swelled up with strength Their richness of colors Sparkling in dazzling grey
The ghost goes out in rags Eyes aglow like embers When the cold blows Embers are sparkling and aflame Burning head I ride On the blackened timber Sink
stayed in Monterey The stucco stores' open doors Gape across the square and wonder As this mans trembling hands Tilt the bag his bottles under Things are looking grey
., Mr., Mr. Normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Mr., Mr., Mr. Normal Oh, you're normal Oh, you're normal Oh, you're normal Hello, Mr. Normal Good day, Mr. Normal Little grey
rides my head implodes, the atmosphere in this car a mirror of my skull. Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold. Walls of grey. Nothing good
killed by the comfort of time I'm sorry if this makes you cry, but I have to speak my mind Suck the colours from my eyes When they lose their sparkle
shops glitter like gold tooth caps In the grey decay They chew the last few dollars off Old Beale Street's carcass Carrion and mercy Blue and silver sparkling