Testi:
Rolling Stones Looking Tired

You're readin' the cover of a pseudo paperback Displays about writers, Chaucer to Steinbeck You're lookin' tired babe, sittin' there on the side You're lookin' tired

Take a closer look at the eyes you see They're tired of always watching me inside I will carry you tonight On the outside I'm this concrete wall On the

life [x4] [Verse 2:] Won't somebody show me there's a few things my poppa never told me Maybe cause the stone still rolling no remorse yet It's a few

shots from the roof duke will circle round your body like hoola-hoops Mami told me son, hold your own And one day your gone grow to be a rolling stone

mainstream of thought. History offers no solutions, Quotes from Mao or Stalin, Hitler or Marx Simply confirms the oppression. I'm tired of political experts, Tired

s a . . . Francesca: Who cares about royalties? Don: Grrah! Francesca: Look, I've seen everybody around, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Arthur Brown

if I want it [Hook] Can't believe it I'm gon have to ride tonight Roll on, roll on Holding plexes, pulling pistols They play with your life Roll on roll

fun is Mama always told me Not to look into the Eyes of the sun But mama, That's where the fun is Some brimstone baritone Anticyclone rolling stone

keep rolling along, rolling along Oh, the future is a wind that keeps on breaking So hold my hand, let's dive in Into the blue I look at you I look at