own rules around here. We've got piles and stacks of dead soundtracks. We write our own anthems down here. We write our own rules and we write our own anthems
To everyone I could not meet I'll spell it out in lyrics simple and neat To all of you who never knew this until now It's flowing in fountains And
too thin Green, blue or pinkish Hum together with a cellophane skin A holy karaoke Prayer in stereo Here it comes Here's to You An international anthem
I heard it from a friend Who heard it from another She said she liked the way I smiled at You in Monterey I have more hights than lows And we could
When worlds collide Then drift away I will cling to the pieces The ones that point at the way to go More than anything I want You to know So here
Wistful for disco We get a little misty Remembering Menudo And all those old pros The Bay City Rollers and Pinky Tuscadero It must be our breeding
Five guys take a ride Drive a day and half a night Get to see some pretty scenery But if that's all there is to this This band would split right down
At the top of the social ladder I speak Let me welcome you here officially To the back drop of martini clatter Break the ice with superficial chatter
From New York City to the Golden Gate The Great Lakes to the Rio Grande There's a hip new feeling That we're awfully appealing To the universal common
O Lord, it's embarassing I have been a cause for concern "Hallelujah" all the angels sing When castaways choose to return And so before this sun sets
Let's take a walk into the sky Conversing with the stars to fathom why They're not afraid to burn To lose themselves while turning into light If we
I wrote this song today Pool side at Flamingo Bay Underneath the coconut trees This sun-baked symphony A little ditty with a melody Drifted to me on
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Welcome to the circus Leave your brain outside Sit back - relax As we feed you lies Spoon fed stimulation Glittering fashion fascination You are lost
I spit in your face, preacers and leaders Spewing false dogma to their believers A nation of wolves haunting the sheep Their fangs in your flesh So painful
Living in the shadows Crawling in the dark Another face - you will never see Another voice - you will never hear Erase my mortal shell To feed my dying
The more I see - the less I believe The more I hear - the less I care This world we've created, has left me cold This world is sedated, dying in it's
Crawling in the slime Dirt infested minds Always second best, leader of the rats Spreading their disease Hiding behind trivial cynicism Venomous tongues
