Its all hats off now, all drum rolls and applause. By slight of the hand you will turn them into dust. A face to face you will lead them by the fall
yes shall we take a spin again in business this time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities it took all the man in me to be the dog you wanted me to be
In my traveling heart, there's an urge to see Foreign lands, alien birds and new stories that no one heard To stick a pin in the globe and to believe
But a deltoid and a bicep, a hot groin and a tricep Makes me shake, makes me wanna take Charles Atlas by the...hand. In just seven days I can make
A weakling weighing ninety-eight pounds Will get sand in his face when kicked to the ground. And soon in the gym with a determined chin, The sweat from
People won't be people When they hear this sound That's been glowing in the dark at the edge of town People won't be people No, the people won't be people
I'm going to Colorado to unload my head I'm going to New York City and that's in New York, friends I'm going to Arizona Sex on the rocks all warm and
this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs. The list of dead goes on and on and on. The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding, up broken
In the still of the night I held you, held you tight 'Cause I love, love you so Promise I'll never let you go In the still of the night (In the still
First a boy and a girl meet each other Then they sit down to talk for a while In your heart, you'll want her for a lover While each step, draws you closer
You've seen it all a thousand times (You've seen it all a thousand times) You've heard it all before (You've heard it all before) You've danced the steps
it's not so much a storm but just a cloud that lives inside of me he doesn't disturb so easily these days but when he wakes he goes the distance. in
Maybe you want another world One where heaven doesn't weigh so much Maybe you'll find another girl One you can feel when you do not touch Well I've got
I'm a thousand people From day to day We are all airborne Without ground control I call my name In the maelstrom I'm not givin' in So don't you give
He's out in the woods with his squirrel gun To try to recapture his anger He's screaming some words at the top of his lungs Until he begins to feel younger
