, we don't burn" meanwhile, my face is glowing and I felt like I'm on fire and the entire time you're just laughing at me and snapping at me with your shirt, bastard and
of the tv, buries her nose in the pad And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand While she just colours her big brother and mother and dad
your enemies with secret identities, and disguises to hide they' true colours, so just when you think you close enough to be brothers, they wanna come back and
minutes Fuck the bullshit, Time/Warner will fall Record labels will fall, the Earth will crumble Begin [El Producto] Enter the all city access and encounter
enough I want to take a taxi home, Take me from the heat, take me from this city streets Take me, take me home -- take me home. I've been walking these
city colours, small people despair It's just an analgesic love song but it's wearing me out All you disenfranchised children it's time to come out And
hurt in every joint and bone The scene shifts, we drift into colours I fold maps, just wishing to hold you close And the city is so asleep and the body
down Send the rich kids to war And keep the poor at home Don't curse me, sweet Mary. about your lucky destiny I'd slit my throat for your liberty and
away from home) Left her home and go a Ny (Away away from home) This little girl is a country girl (From home away from home) (From home away from home
wonder what you did today I wish you were here Dear one at home, I just flew in from Rome Paris is a postcard all decked out in colour chrome So I climbed
hand ALL A man of colour Who is calmly stating Coalhouse demands Somewhere in the city Coalhouse! CONKLIN, OTHERS Somewhere in the city Waiting in
lookin' At the tall and golden grain And I start to think of Anna 'cause The colour of her hair was just the same Lord, we sure did have some good times And
city to take their walls back [Verse 2: PRESSURE] Im from the city of light with the sky of vanilla known as the city of churchs home of the serial killers and
In a city of cream, were floating by Like creeps and tarts under neon skies In colours of green, scarlet and blue Dhe's taking my hand... leading me
, holiday?s coming, Sending a postcard from Sri Lanka. And maybe I should wait for the wave that makes me blind. Like movies, wonderful girls with coloured
so breezy so comfortable and easy this sad and sullen winter night seems tropical and bright like champagne coloured drops of neon light these streets are paved with melodies and
home with no one when I can't get down with you Cities come and cities go just like the old empires When all you do is change your clothes and call that
from home) left her home and go to New York (away away from home) this little girl is a country girl (from home away from home) (from home away from home
