Well I spent too long with a boot on the back of my neck. Got nothing to lose, except to lose my self-respect. I've gotta come out fighting, words don
You always wanna stay in. We always watch T.V. You can see the rut that I'm in, Baby. You can see the man in me. You know I'll never argue or put up
Everybody wants to be my friend. Taking money I'll never lend. Everybody keeps on comin' 'round. My new friends springin' right outta the ground. Everybody
Hey, Little girl, you're growing up too soon. You should be back in school this afternoon. I've seen your Daddy, Daddy's awful mad. He says you've let
Honey, you're a mystery to me. I don't understand what I see in you but you still get it all. It must be physical, is that wrong? It must be physical
It stands so high you can't see the top. It stands so high, like it or not. Can't see over, I'm not that tall. Can't see through this iron wall. Long
The girl's in love and the world's a better place. The girl's in love, you can see it in her face. She wants just to see him. Has no time for her friends
Turn it up again, we've got our aerials downtown. On cheap car stereo's, we've got a radio downtown. Feel the city shaking for miles around. Kick the
Tonight the world will spin forever, baby, hold on tight. With motor bike, grease, lace and leather, it's an endless Saturday night. Superman's gone
No more fighting. No more war. So, what the hell are you marching for? No more copy of Vietcong. But still you wanna sing your protest song. No, no
Here I am sitting in my room. Something better start happening soon. I've been waiting here for far too long. I don't know where I'm going, and I don
the night, can you feel the fire Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker Guitar Gangsters
feels the night, can you feel the fire Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood They came from the road and out of the dark Went into a place even darker Guitar Gangsters
guy a meat bone, put him on a train That's the way it should end Living on the outskirts, 40 miles away Where the lonely road ends Where The guitar gangsters
: Saturday I love you like gold Not like the monday, you passed like a ghost The fire killed you like a motherless child I saw you at sunday at Barbara
: It?s good to be here, long time no see my dear I took the run out to the road to find a way But the loneliness broke into tears I believe I was wrong
things in order Well the music seems do cover And all the liquid do the colours Well I turn my back and go for all the better things in order And a gangster
