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I want to plant to the star in the sky,
One you can find at the end of the night. I want to climb a ladder to space, Leave without trace, 'cos now is the time. Things are gonna be so clear, When I'm light years from here, In some other space. Let me take the tear from your eye, Leave it behind, stay by my side. Won't you follow me where I'm bound, Time's for borrowing now. Won't you follow me, time is tight, Before things swallow me down. I've been locked in this cage, Gonna break away, before it's too late. I'm gonna re-write the page, Take the stage, and live tomorrow today. You'll find the dreams you mislaid, They won't run away, all the dues have been paid. Yes, it's time to depart, go with your heart, Follow the flame. Won't you follow me where I'm bound, Time's for borrowing now. Won't you follow me, time is tight, Before things swallow me down. Won't you follow me where I'm bound, Time's for borrowing now. Won't you follow me, time is tight, Before things swallow me down. Won't you follow me where I'm bound, Time's for borrowing now. |
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Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby, there's a stranger in my soul
I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city, I can't come in from the cold I'm deep in action on a secret mission, contact's broken down Time drags by, I'm above suspicion, there's a voice on the telephone Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Well it sure is dark in this clockwork city, contact's never gonna show I've got a code which can't be broken, my eyes never seem to close Well, I'm standing here in the silent city, shadows falling down I'm disconnected but I don't need pity, the night's gonna burn on slow Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Now ain't it funny that I feel like Philby, a stranger on a foreign shore I've got my plans and I must move quickly, there's a knock upon the door Still in transit and I'm close to danger, my cover can't be blown, It's getting strange and it's getting crazy, tell me, what is going on? Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Four o'clock and nothing's moving, six o'clock and the daylight's stirring Morning comes, must be moving on All night long my mind's been burning, makes me feel such a long, long way from home, home Now ain't it strange that I feel like Philby, there's a stranger in my soul I'm lost in transit in a lonesome city, I can't come in from the cold |
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Well you always were a problem
Always running wild Trouble is your middle name You know you're the wayward child You always get your feet wet You always play with knives Watch that you don't cut yourself You know you're the wayward child They call you the wayward child Well you've always gone your own way Sometimes you play with fire Well can you run forever Before you run right out of time Will you run right out of time Nothing's gonna change you It ain't no use Well who is gonna tame you Tie you in a noose Well no one's gonna change ya Ain't no use And no one's gonna tame you Tie you in a noose Well you always were a problem Never meek and mild Life is just a street fight Well you know you're the wayward child You always get your feet wet You always play with knives Watch that you don't cut yourself You know you're the wayward child x3 |
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I need a keychain, to lock up all this trouble.
I need a fast train, leaving on the double. I'm going someplace, that's hard to follow. Got that feeling, that I should be long gone. I'm as bad as I can get, playing Russian roulette. I need a keychain, baby right now. I'm playing no games, this ain't no water pistol. Ain't it insane, there's no chance of missing. No one holds me, you ain't got my number. If you see me, just run for cover. Well I'm as wild as I can get, I'm playing Russian roulette. I got no keychain, baby right now. Owww.... Owww... Well I'm in a guided missile, and I'm lost in the sky. I won't be returning, until things feel right. I got a poison pen letter, ain't that all I need. Some pretty woman's, trying to make a ghost of me. I got no keychain, to lock up all my sorrow. I need a fast plane, I'm leavin' in a hurry. I'm going some place, where you can't follow. I got that feeling, that I should be long gone. Well I'm as mad as I can get, I'm playing Russian roulette. Need a keychain, baby, all mine. |
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Well, I'm hanging round the depot boys,
Trying to get a job, I'm so sick and tired of being laid off. No silver lining, no rainbow's end, Bills in my mail-box, that's all they ever send, All they ever send. Well, I'm hanging round the corner, boys, Holding up the well, Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call. Running out of patience, running out of cool, Don't turn on the radio, I don't want to hear the news, Don't want to hear the news. Yeah... Well, you sure look good, Baby, sure look neat, Sure make sense from your head to your feet. You don't want to know me now, But you're gonna change your mind, I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style. Well, you sure look good, Baby, sure look neat, Making all the ice melt when you walk down the street. You don't want to know me now, But you're gonna change your mind, I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style. Yeahhh... Well, my motor won't run men, I'm sure it's on the blink, Ain't had no gasoline since God knows when. I'm waiting for that woman, ain't she ever gonna show? Don't keep me waiting, I got some place else to go, Some place else to go. Well, I'm hanging round the depot, boys, Can't get a job, I'm so sick and tired of being laid off. No silver lining, no rainbow's end, Blues in my mail-box. that's all they ever send, All they ever send, All they ever send. Yeahhhhh.... |
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Cold blue swastika tattooed on my skin
The ice in my veins, the staples in my chin I've got it carved in my forehead, 'Slave To My Sin' Too violent for the brotherhood to ever take me in Gonna write down my law in blood upon the street To the cadence of a goose-step, heavy metal beat Wanna purify my race, gonna turn up the heat Just wanna make 'em die and make the job complete I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I like to run my body on heavy heavy fuel I can punch through a wall, I can kick like a mule I got a pocketful of bullets and a blueprint of the school I'm the devil's little soldier, I'm the devil's little tool I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I got every kind of chemical pumpin' through my head I read Mein Kampf daily just to keep my hatred fed I never ever sleep, I just lay in my bed Dreamin' of the day when everyone is dead I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man It's not the games that I play, the movies I see, the music I dig I'm just a wicked young man I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a vicious young man I am a vicious young man, oh, I am a wicked young man |
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Well, I just hit town and I flew in by the seat of my pants,
Well, I just touched down and got me some crazy plans. I'm an ace, I'm a deuce, I'm a buzzin' all over the land, And it ain't no use to change the way I am. The way I am.....oh yeah... Well, I just touched base, been in motion for a hundred days, I'm wound up like a motor or a rocket in outer space. I'm an ace, I'm a deuce, wont you put my mind at ease, Well, I cant slow down, got to take some more of these. More of these....oh yeah....ahhhhhh.... Wont you give me the green light, give me a chance to move, Turn on your love-light, you know that I approve. Well, I just touched ground and I got in by the seat of my pants, I ain't broken down but I found a new place to land. I'm an ace, I'm a deuce. I'm a crazy free-range man, And it ain't no use to change my open plan. Open plan....oh yeah.... Well, I'm feeling kinda crazy, want to go on a mad-cap spree, Step on my air-brakes, I gonna let off some steam. I'm an ace, I'm a deuce, I'm flyin' all over the land And it ain't no use to change the way I am. I'm an ace, I'm a deuce, I'm flyin' all over the land And it ain't no use to change the way I am. Yeah..... The way I am. Thank you mam. |
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Well i fly off the handle
a little too quick Guess you could call me a nervous man For the last week or two It don't take too much to make me wanna raise my hand Well it's one of those days when you'd rather not be so low down and dirty your luck's out to sea Well i fly off the handle a little too fast You know friends think I look like an angry man like bad memory turned up again I find it hard not to raise my hand Well it's one of those towns Where you'd rather not stay come back and see it some other day Well it's one of those nights when you know you're alone feeling half crazy just body and soul Well my cat won't scratch or show its claws It just prowls around the house all day for the last night or two I can't eat or drink I think i'm gonna fade away Well it's one of those days When you'd rather not be so low down and lonesome your luck's out to sea |
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