with the word, nigga that's not all I'm live, and I serve I'm the dopest motherfucker that I ever heard I'm too to the max got facts and I know the haps
(M--Mitchell; L--DuBois) Terry Watkinson: Keyboards FEATURING RUSH: Geddy Lee: Bass, Vocals Alex Lifeson: Guitar Neil Peart: Drums Recorded live,
Happiness is beginning to ride From the streets into paradise skies, oh Tonight inaugurates rock 'n' roll wings Tonight bent to turn the world around
los espagueti te acuerdas, Max, te acuerdas de la lenceria femenina ?Que es lo que haces ahora aqui buscando gasolina? Y mirate Max, estas hecho una pena Max
Max Power! He's the man, Whose name you'd love to touch! But you mustn't touch. His name sounds good in your ear, but when you say it, you mustn't fear
I wrote a letter to forget her, forever Could be the weather or just better, forever Say'd that you would, baby Do what you could, baby I'm still the
Manen hanger lagt over allt du tror du sag Under trasigt moln gar ett Yeti-spar 500 mil i snon Ett UFO over sjon och i en blixt ser jag Keats sta bredvid
Locked in misfit hi-tech it's the high ground Rita Rita Making out for all the thrill of it Six of them all got a reason And your mouth outlined with
All in all we're fading Like a soul lost in the wilderness We're cold and we're cut off from it Not knowing where it's gonna end There's a star in Bethlehem
As the sand shifts cool beneath your feet By the light of a dead end moon Your haunted fingers on my skin, so sweet Your hair like darkest loom Like
You were my desire And I was your boy then I never knew what love was for You would never tire And I was so selfish, so sure And yet so insecure And we
I want a girl with a college head Not some dizzy mind I want somebody with some sentiment You want to waste my time I want a house in New Orleans You
Well I hear there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord But you don't really care for music, do you? Well It goes like this,
Here we are 21st century darlings All we are is just spinning wheels Headless kings without the will to dream Tarot cards and saccharin Dating games and
Ohh, the hymns of angels Suffer over the stench of the twenty first century Nothing is black or white Or devoid of industry The face of monotony, the
Every time she comes my way she knows just what to do and say Those little smiles she throws away, they turn my stomach If you listen close enough you
The fairy tale has found an end The beauty that belonged back then had gone I wonder where it all went wrong The dream, the love, the recompense, the
And so we broke up and so you decided It's you, it's always you Even though we're friends, I felt uninvited The fraternity of fools And I'm drowning
