you in my arms as long as I am standing here there's no need for you to fear no more [Chorus:] Let me be your fire(let me be your fire) Cause your
Traduzione: Metropolitana. Fuoco.
Traduzione: Metropolitana. Into The Fire.
Traduzione: Metropolitana. Under Fire.
I was travelling home on the subway When this vision got on at Maida Vale And as I casually eyed the classifieds She sat down next to me Every head in
I bake the date up for my pledge To 'bay the traitor in the twice-forgotten favors that he bled Not a creature stirred, it reaks of subway metal Feather
Not along the subway Not along the tow path Not inside the doorway Not beside the bar room Not beside the river Not beside the home fire Not beside your
is filled With thousand-dollar-bills Laminated songs Contaminated lawns Well we eat about fifteen times a day Staring' through a bag of Frito-Lay And I play with the fire
There's a fire on Junk Island where they send their garbage is anybody listening? After work we'll watch the seagulls diving in and out of the lashing
She moves like she don't care Smooth as silk, cool as air Ooh it makes you wanna cry She doesn't know your name And your heart beats like a subway train
street After what I read, I can hardly feel my heart... My heart beat Down the subway stairs After him they leapt An echo snap and scream of fire The
bands making posters to pay about a fifth of that price. It's just Staten Island traffic in the summer. Oh! That orange ball. That burning orb of fire
I saw the sunset from the front of the J train tonight. The subway stopped and stammered and I couldn?t get my footing right. I tied my scarf for the
The city subway stations never glisten. The gates rise up like they belong in prison. And my balance is low. I better pick a good place, I got one
quaking Waking me when I'm asleep Never lets me go too deep Summons me with just one beep The price we pay is steep I've been on fire And yet I've still
word the Preacher had us repeat A stiff drink and napkins in your hand bag The first aid of a three-time divorcee Carried you home down through the subway
Holland is ruled by midgets The Pope owns CBS The subway cars have been equipped with bars And they're cloning Rudolph Hess Samantha Fox has gone frigid
match me Buildings is still burnin down still couldn't catch me I'm real flashy, I cop the Benz and crash it on the same day And be back on the subway