now, 'The Doors' Here they are with their newest hot record Well, we gonna stop the show We're gonna stop the show Hello Detroit, hello Salt Lake Hello
Traduzione: The Doors. Ciao To The Cities (Live).
Traduzione: The Doors. Ciao To The Cities (Live On The Ed Sullivan Show, 1967).
cities, towns Always said hello to passers-by They'd ask her why she passed her time Attachin lines to concrete But she would only smile Now all the other children living
We live in a political world, Love don't have any place. We're living in times where men commit crimes And crime don't have a face We live in a political
your fist I insist on rollin' my own, can't wait a turn So tell me to go to hell cuz all I wanna do is burn I live to learn and earn the things that I
that Miss Boo is capable to do Get your mind twisted like some dreads on a Jamaican's head Vicky lingere, candles lit, with petals on the bed Blazing hella
[CHORUS x4] "It's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder Why I live so wild" "Here's what they think about cha" Proceed with caution, take heed
love a Spearhead beat! Police in the city is shuttin all the clubs down it's lookin like a ghost town ya know Mary- what we gotta do? Hell Yeah!
live passed the horror Last nigga that did it just stepped cause he scared to death Cause he knew it was the grace of God that scared his breath Turn live
get a world of silent treatment, use kinesis To throw away pieces while you wait for Jesus I be the reason hell freezes The wind is breezeless, and souls
s heart reek hell upon the cities till the world is scarred A father's disgrace shows in your face regret what you can't erase I know your displeased with the way I live
you live your lives BODIES ON BODIES A stagnant state, a stench of hell BODIES ON BODIES A place of death - for you! These dying people Screaming for their lives
five, I talk jive in church dressed in corduroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door
on my neck my pistols close at hand I'm a self-made monster of the city streets Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats But just livin' in the city
But now I'm locked up, I'm just a punk low rankster Jail cells know me too damn well Seems like I've built on Earth my own personal hell No matter how
