Kid Creole killed all of his own people Instigate the beat genuflecting in the steeple Video killed what we once stood for Who we gonna look to now?
The clock strikes ten Out on the streets again I been looking for something To please me since I don't know when Out on the dark side of town Another
We would take no prisoners 'Cause there was nobody giving in They came walking through my jungle And met an angel about to sin I heard a voice from inside
Listen people, can't you hear the voices that are cryin' out? There's a hunger burnin' in the heart of their souls Maybe now I got you, let me tell you
Another long and sleepless night You need someone to hold you tight Sometimes love don't know wrong from right Another long and senseless Fight was all
Riding high, then shot down I load my guns to fire another round I look deep into her eyes And can't run, there's nowhere left to hide Don't stop, no
After the smoke clears And it's down to you and I When the sun appears And there's nothing left but goodbyes Well just turn and walk away How could we
One heart, one other they met last summer One move, she started now they love this way The pain of pleasure lying together You're at their mercy as the
In the heat of the street of the city A young boy hides the pain And he walks so tall, trying to hang on But he knows he's going down again I know he'
In a time, in a place In a world, they forgot Lives the heart of me A part that just won't die Just a boy, not a man Sent to war, in a land They said
Witness a blinding light, sudden bright light from a blast Pulsing radiation moving through cracks under skin Feel the fire in the wind, deadly kiss of
Witness a blinding light, sudden bright light from a blast Pulsing radiation moving through cracks under skin Feel the fire in the wind Deadly kiss of
Yeah Fahrenheit four fifty-one Ya Fahrenheit four fifty-one Smoke is in the air now It's been spreading just like wild-fire all over town Everybody wants
Fahrenheit, feel the heat in the street Find out what your people are sayin' Feel the heat in the street Find out what the people are sayin' 'Bout you
zunde den Blunt an, blas den Rauch aus, die deutsche Rapszene besteht blo? aus Clowns. Ich zund den Blunt an blas den Rauch aus, fahr bei deiner Gangsterrapper
The Kid Creole killed all of his own people. Instigate the beats genuflecting in you steeple Video killed what we once stood for. Who we gonna look
played. Young and blind, my double mind. When the world was black and white, watch me turn my back tonight, on Freddie Mercury, Mr. Fahrenheit