It's all we've been given So you better start livin' right now 'Cause days go by Out on the roof just the other night I watched the world flash by Headlights
, for style, for sky. My band - retro band, Haters suck dick This is Big feat Backstage in street Secrets from Челябинск city My band - top band, listen
senor There's a wicked wind still blowing on that upper deck And there's an iron cross still hanging from around her neck There's a marching band still
for two' The sky was yellow and the sun was blue Strangers stopping, strangers just to shake their hand Everybody is playing in the heart of gold band, heart of gold band
was sweet perfume While sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band
don't play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash flash flash flash
It takes a backwash man to sing a backwash soul Like a fryin' pan when the fire's gone Drivin' my pig while the bands takin' pictures in the grass And
kind of Vegas dream Spotlights flashed on a silver cape And a blue-haired lady screamed He was the King The last time I saw Elvis He was fronting a three-piece band
the session band Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan For the soul singer in the session band
front you gon' get it, okay now maybe I civic 'Cause I want you to trip it, yeah, I be on that sh**-t You should see when I'm stuntin', I flash the stones
something everyone should see Neon lights and the pretty, pretty girls All dressed so scantily When they play their music That hard rock music They like it with a lot of flash
, they vanished unseen Kids flash guitars just like switch blades Hustling for the record machine The hungry and the hunted Explode into rock 'n' roll bands
Missy Bimbo's scorn Circus town's been born And a press roll drummer go, ballerina to-and-fro, cartwheelin' up on that tightrope With a cannon blast, lightnin' flash
soon be gone Cadillac crews take the band away tonight Ain't it funny how the story goes It's a dream I had playin' music in my band It's a dream I
with fours Hit the jackpot, blazin the raw - gettin bands in the pores Bitches and whores with dick in their jaws The frame drank sick of Valor, straight bandit
) Let me take you back a little further than that The Mothership connection and the rest of the pack But think back, when Bootsy's Rubber Band hit the
Flash is on the tracks, But where would we be without the cut and the scratch? SO I ask! What if Hip Hop was never born, yo? No Herc, No Flash, No Band
dragged with me, at a fateful "Blue Lights in the Basement" party. The dim lights making his honey-colored eyes barely visible as he, FLASHED
