Ты открываешь глаза, Яркий свет пропуская Сквозь сотни ресниц. Тишину разрывает твой пронзительный крик:"ПОМОГИ!" Кадры памяти листаешь, Не понимаешь
In the merry month of june from me home I started Left the girls of tuam a-really broken-hearted Saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother Drank a
N-n-nonstop My wrist and my wrist and my wrist and my wrist And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And my wrist stay Rocky like Sly Stallone And,
In the merry month of june, from me home I started left the girls of Tuam, so sad and broken hearted saluted father dear, kissed me darlin' mother drank
Darling, I have come to tell you Though it almost breaks my heart But before the morning darling We'll be many miles apart Don't this road look
WRITTEN BY MICHAEL BACON It's a rocky road down Ida's farm Past the sticks and stones And names that harm They don't like her rooster crowing Cows
Hey Janet (Yes Brad?), I've got something to say. I really loved the skilful way You beat the other girls to the bride's bouquet! The river was deep
Michael Rennie was ill the day the earth stood still But he told us where we stand And Flash Gordon was there in silver underwear Claude Raines was the
How do you do I see you've met my faithful handyman He's just a little brought down 'cause when you knocked He thought you were the candy-man Don't get
I was feeling done in, couldn't win I'd only ever kissed before. I thought there's no use getting into heavy sweating It only leads to trouble and bad
In the velvet darkness of the blackest night Burning bright, there's a guiding star No matter what or who you are. There's a light over at the Frankenstein
It's astounding, time is fleeting Madness takes its toll But listen closely, not for very much longer I've got to keep control I remember doing the Time
Whatever happened to Saturday Night When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright It don't seem the same since cosmic light Came into my life, I thought
hey, pretty boy, it's time to wake up it's already after 10 o'clock hey pretty boy, put on your make-up it's time to leave, it's time to get ready to
the basement scene is dark and dusty the musty smell of stale air cobwebs dangle overhead people stumble down the stairs let?s get this party started,
Certainly Rocca in his stinkin' uniform Settles matters with Chianti, sitting in La Scala Scrawling on a piece of the wall, stresses it word by word He
Trying hard now It's so hard now Trying hard now Getting strong now Won't be long now Getting strong now Gonna fly now Flying high now Gonna fly, fly
Reporting damage, it is soft rock shit The TSB Rock School, the overgrown supershit The supermodels, well they can't get enough of it The overgrown supershit
