We all see black and white When it comes to someone else's fight No one ever gets involved Apathy can never solve FORCED OUT-Brave and Mighty STOLEN
Ride a horse that's cleaving through the air and space of dreams travelling through time All alone I pray where am I ? Who am I ? And that old man trust
Din sommarklanning ar for stor Den glider ner over axeln kanske ar det bara varmen Flyter ut & stelnar till Jag orkar inte vara i solen orkar inte ens
We used to go out, Together all the time, I would look between my fingers while you tried to hide, When the stars came out, They would call our names,
It's a long fast dance Well the long fast dance of progress And the long slow waltz of decay Made such a natural born couple They settled down right
Babe, tell me where Will you sleep tonight For there's such a pain in my heart And I got a flame That's dying inside And I feel that we soon Have to part
Clearing webs from the hovel A blistered hand on the handle of a shovel I've been diggin' too deep, I always do I see my face on the surface, I look a
Looking back to when I was a kid All I wanted was to be a cowboy A city cowboy Wore a hat and had two silver guns And I'd get a friend to be the Indian
This is it, this is I'm pushed against the wall With my eyes closed And a weight under my feet I'll find my way back, with or without you It's all in
Dans le pays des indiens Tous les cretins levent les mains En criant comme des fous Houyouyouyou houyouyouyou houyouyouyou Dans le pays des pionniers
We all see in black and white When it comes to someone else's fight No one ever gets involved Apathy can never solve Forced out, brave and mighty Stolen
It's a long fast dance Well the long fast dance of progress And the long slow waltz of decay Made such a natural born couple They settled down right here
Wagon train of lovin' movin' slow An' I can see the peace pipe burnin' low You criticize each little thing I do But listen, baby, I've got news for you
When I go to Heaven, Harley, Harley Heaven I wanna meet a king like the Panhead '48 I wanna meet the fat one, we can talk for hours When my time has come
Old Peter Minuet had nothing to lose When he bought the Isle of Manhattan For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze And they threw in The Bronx and
Let's go - When two tribes go to war a point is all that you can score Score no more score no more. When two tribes go to war a point is all that you
Are we ready? We are Get a load of that And get a taste of freedom Your campaign for holy host is not all that easy I promised you a garden Not an empire
From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart With drugs of initiation The bottom of a barrel that drops I understand your causes Sympathize