It's as simple as this, here it is Couldn't spell it out more clearly There's only today, and the freeway, And the pain that keeps you near me The animation
oh golly, now the space age is calling the fallout is starting to fall oh my, another light in the sky and the siren is sounding the call ?cause I don
(Wow!) Shed a smoke, broken in Tale of woe oh oh... Comeserating so hard to let go I'm on your back scratching early and your candidate...
On Christ the solid rock I stand All other ground is sinking sand All other ground is sinking sand Whoa-oh, The Solid Rock On Christ the solid rock
in your life On whom you can depend Who will never sell you out Betray you as a friend Everybody needs someone sure, someone true Everybody needs a solid
Yeah!Yeah!Yeah! Shit ain't never gonna stop Ya know I mean Everyday, All day Soldiers on the battle field [Verse 1] From the cradle to the block, it
Rise and shine It's morning in America You're running out of time Woa, woa -- Now you're tuning in Woa, woa -- Now you're tuning out You're feeling
Der Tod ist ein Irrtum Ich krieg das garnicht klar Die rufen gleich an Und sagen es ist doch nicht wahr Es war nur?n Versehn War n falsches Signal Aus
Sei cosi solida, dentro nel tuo vortice Sei cosi arida nella tua economia Nella tua economia Sei cosi gelida nel tuo letto di pietra Ma non vuoi stare
I fly I count the seconds down till I land Cause I can't wait another minute I can't wait until I'm back on solid ground I can't wait, I can't wait (no
"Ready one, you will do this four times with the left four with the right then eight times with both, then repeat" Ah..clap your hands.. Body movin
If You Can Feel What I'm Feeling Then It's A Musical Masterpiece But If You Can Hear What I'm Dealing With Then That's Cool At Least What's Running
To Mario C. You Just Running On Track Well Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy Cheese Like You Would Think I'm From Paris
(Chorus) Brass Monkey - that funky Monkey Brass Monkey - junkie That funky Monkey Got this dance that's more than real Drink Brass Monkey - here
(Chorus) No sleep 'til - Brooklyn Foot on the pedal - never ever false metal Engine running hotter than a boiling kettle My job's ain't a job - it
All you trekkies and TV addicts Don't mean to diss Don't mean to bring static All you klingons in the fuckin' house Grab your backstreet friend and
Now Randy listen I rock a house party at the drop of a hat I beat a biter down with an aluminum bat A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me