Testi:
Disco Drive The Leaving Feet

Power in my hand and I can do nothing I'm gonna bring you something more, some more I'm gonna bring you more, I'm gonna bring you more I want beauty,

Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working

into the race you can stop the sequencer you can stop the move five, six, seven, eight get into the groove Yo yo babe Pump it up the noise Leave your parents out Drive

a choice at a difficult age Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage? But in the back of my head I heard distant feet Che Guevara and De?bussy to a disco

Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum

Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum

it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin' Into something that looks like cheese Oh so you say that's it I got to leave

are all empty, let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and the last to leave Workin' for that minimum wage

it's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin into something that looks like cheese oh so you say that's it i got to leave