What's the use of moving on Maybe here's where i belong I've had my fill of life's uncertainties You think too much they say your strange They even raised
They all, were losers, And none had a dime. And they all drew pictures, Of what was stored in their minds. Questions and answers, Filled with fables
I'm travelin' in my car, I call my automobile, Something's sayin', boy you got to go on. I'm feelin' overdrive, you're sittin' at my side. Can you hear
The boys down at Johnny D's, They're lookin' for love to tend. Music and language tapes, They're getting down at the Bitter End. Hot nights and bright
Road racin', Movin' on down the line. Shiftin' gears, and time Move so fast I can't Hands on the wheel road again Baby Radio's blastin' Rockin' all night
We climb aboard the eagle made of steel Get ready for another flight Another town, another city will appear Through the darkness of the night A flash
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Runaway, all alone, on these streets you call your home Fade to black, painted smile On these streets there cries a wounded child On the run, shadows
They all called her Tokyo, the boys know her as Rose. The game is not a good one, it's the only one she knows. Jet black hair, lipstick glowin' red.
Thundering down from the mountain you ride Clutching a sword made of steel The ones you call friends they all left you for dead Alone on the battlefield
I am the living end, i have the touch, the last man on earth I am your only friend, that ain't saying much I think you know what it's worth I've got
Into the darkness that all men must face, Within the brief hours, of your life here on earth. Pain thrashed into his life, the great prince stood firm
A streak of Lightning is shooting through the air Electric sun lights the sky His face is fighting, so evil one's beware Men of disaster hear his cry
Riding the white horse faithful and true With the armies of heaven behind His eyes were like fire, he wore many crowns He suffered the pain for mankind
Oh god what have i done ? In the shadows on the dark side Neath the skies of crimson doom In the streets i hear the wind cry Evil sings the devil's tune
I was born on these Streets years ago I was the king of the neighbourhoood Fast on my feet i was elite I was the star of the show This task must be done
: They all, were losers, And none had a dime. And they all drew pictures, Of what was stored in their minds. Questions and answers, Filled with fables
: The boys down at Johnny D's, They're lookin' for love to tend. Music and language tapes, They're getting down at the Bitter End. Hot nights and bright
