If a man could beat his own fancy Then to only breed in captivity Is pointless I've been doing what I like when I like how I like it's joyless Only you
God gave me the sunshine, then showed me my lifeline I was told it was all mine, then I got laid on the late line What a day, what a day and your Jesus
How do you rate the morning sun? After a long and sleepless night How many stars would you give to the moon Do you see those stars from where you are?
We're the futurists in the bistro Where the music is for weirdos We like it different, we like it strange In our own way we haven't changed I got my
Microwave yourself today, save you for a rainy day Hello Deceptacon, this will not be going away From all of us there to all over here We wish you all
This is a song full of metaphors All I be needing is tobacco and draw Better let me in to your country though Then I can show you what you're missing
The Egyptians built their pyramids The Romans did what they did Now everything?s come down to this It?s just you and I, our kin!!! We could send a million
Somewhere there's a place where you can go Someplace you can lay your heavy head down Everybody needs somewhere to go We don't get high to get a comedown
You laugh at us we're different And we laugh 'cause You're all the same By the look on your face baby We've been enjoying ourselves again. I know that
In this bag of stuff I brought to you You didn't mind storing it through You would never be the trouble and strife If I made you my Swiss army wife.
Sleep sleep feel the deep get Away from the death of it all Don't you wanna see what You could have won. Bittersweet your defeat baby I'm much sicker
Stand by me, I've been stood by you for ages Stay calm and carry on, maybe nothing's wrong Is it the comfort of disinformation or is it the freedom that
How do you rate the morning sun After a long and sleepless night How many stars would you give to the moon Do you see those stars from where you are
: The Egyptians built their pyramids The Romans did what they did Now everything?s come down to this It?s just you and I, our kin!!! We could send a
: This is a song full of metaphors All I be needing is tobacco and draw Better let me in to your country though Then I can show you what you?re missing
: If a man could beat his own fancy Then to only breed in captivity is pointless I?ve been doing what I like when I like how I like it?s joyless Only
: Stand by me, I've been stood by you for ages Stick home and carry on Maybe nothing's wrong Is it the confort or This information or Is it the freedom
: Somewhere there's a place where you can go some place you could lay your heavy head down everybody needs somewhere to go we don't give high to get
