Ooh yeah, you know You couldn't cause me any harm Although, at times, I may get startled I'm not alarmed I can see your eyes I know when they're telling
Creeping everytime I got a minute to spare I was tapping that ass Everynight like I didn't care I call them all baby cuz I forget their names You
I fit central heating, I have done it now for years I have got all the know how I have got all the gear I used to earn my money working on a building
Got my work clothes on for love, sweat and dirt. All this Holy dust upon my face an' shirt. Headin' uptown now, just as the shifts are changin', To
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HELLO CENTRAL, GIVE ME HEAVEN WRITER A.P. CARTER Hello central give me heaven For I know my mother's there And you'll find her with the angels Over
Jump, jump, jump! I'm gonna bring it down jump, jump, jump! I'm gonna bring it down jump, jump, jump! I'm gonna bring it down jump, jump, jump! I'm gonna
Waiting on the long black train Blues fell down like showers of rain Let me hear that whistle blow Take me to my baby's door Call up Central 209 Get
Es lebe der Zentralfriedhof, und olle seine Toten. Der Eintritt is' fur Lebende heit' ausnahmslos verboten, weu da Tod a Fest heit' gibt die gonze lange
Did you never call? I waited for your call These rivers of suggestion are driving me away The trees will bend, the cities wash away The city on the river
Did you never call? I waited for your call As rivers of suggestion were driving me away The trees were bent, the cities washed away There sitting by the
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon! John John, could, could I get your autograph? Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid) Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just Could you sign
hab keinen bock aufzuzA¤hlen wieviele missstA¤nde es gibt keine lust zu erklA¤ren, dass ich das leben trotzdem lieb bestimmt nicht der A?berzeugung das
You are an island, I?m not the ocean If you are an island then I am the midlands You are an island, you?ll always be that way ?cause you choose to
Running down a central reservation in last night's red dress And I can still smell you on my fingers and taste you on my breath Stepping through brilliant
Thank God I'm back in my car, and drivin' home and drivin' home 'Cause the air was thin and so cold back in there It was my first time, won't be my last
My perspective on life is pain Sponge textured soul so porous I can't drain I just absorb violations of the pledge You swore to me your perjury Detours