the last DJ Who plays what he wants to play And says what he wants to say Hey, hey, hey And there goes your freedom of choice There goes the last human
Well, you may take my money You may turn off my microphone But you can't steal What you can't feel Can't stop the sun from shining, shining Down and
Goin' down to Lillian's music store To buy a black diamond string Gonna wind it up on my guitar Gonna make that silver sing Like it was Dreamville A
She took a rolled-up twenty out of her pocket And paid for my cigarettes We were friends at first sight in the 7-Eleven light She said here let me cover
My name's Joe, I'm the C.E.O Yeah, I'm the man, makes the big wheels roll I'm the hand on the green light switch You get to be famous, I get to be rich
Lord please watch over all these lost children Born to chase the hurricane Please shine some light down on those who wander Filled with hunger and pain
the last D J Who plays what he wants to play And says what he wants to say, hey, hey, hey And there goes your freedom of choice There goes the last human
Like a diamond Madmen crawl Across the wall Knight gets away Kings all fall Queens chase men Saints all sin And good things All must end But she goes
You got a different kinda look in your eye Somethin' about you that I don't recognize These things are talked about in quiet tones I never saw a person
Take a look at what I got I can't promise you a lot But you and me And the road ahead I can't save you from yourself You gotta want it All that's left
He's the man who loves women Women, women, women He's the man who loves women And fallin' in love everyday When he sees a Senorita It's a sure thing
Yeah, may my love travel with you always Maggie's still trying to rope a tornado Joe's in the backyard tryin' to keep things simple And the lonely DJ
If you reach back in your memory a little bell might ring About a time that once existed when money wasn't king If you stretch your imagination I'll tell
goes the last DJ Who plays what he wants to play And says what he wants to say Hey, hey, hey And there goes your freedom of choice There goes the last
번역: 톰 치사. DJ가 마지막.
She took a rolled up twenty Out of her pocket And paid for my cigarrettes We were friends at first sight In the 7-11 light She said, "Here, lemme cover
Well you may take my money You may turn off my microphone But you can't steal What you can't feel Can't stop the sun from shining Shining down and down
