New Model Army Lyrics
New Model Army Lyrics
"Deadeye Lyrics"
CHEMICAL #1 Lyrics
Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it Comes! It's adrenalin for me That is waiting patiently For when push comes to sh
Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it Comes! It's adrenalin for me That is waiting patiently For when push comes to sh
To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few
Voice of reason, censored view
The truth is the News and the News is the truth
As if that'll do as a lame excuse for
Killing the slavers, taking the slaves
Burying the dead, then robbing the graves
Stealing the modesty
Everyone Knows Lyrics
Love grows stronger When you give it away I’m holding on to see the sunrise, your eyes You have this wonder and it’s beautif
from heroes braveLove grows stronger When you give it away I’m holding on to see the sunrise, your eyes You have this wonder and it’s beautif
Making the tears gush like waves
Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the gunfire and the voices of concern
Deadeye claims to be some conscience for us all
But I was never born to be some fly upon the wall
Window dres
(Wish I Could Fly Like) Superman (Disco Edit) Lyrics
Woke up this morning, started to sneeze I had a cigarette and a cup of tea I looked in the mirror what did I see A nine stone weaklin
ing and the tinsel wreathWoke up this morning, started to sneeze I had a cigarette and a cup of tea I looked in the mirror what did I see A nine stone weaklin
Stealing the pity and the widow's grief
Sentimental with a furrowed brow
Pinning the heart on the blooded sleeve
Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on . . .
And yes I've crouched beneath the glow - dazzled by it all
But this is
Borrowed Time Lyrics
Palm trees in the burning sun An American passport, portorican rum And your just running from a war noone ever won Your shoes are wor
ot the world I know or people I recall. Palm trees in the burning sun An American passport, portorican rum And your just running from a war noone ever won Your shoes are wor
To the thoughts of the many from the minds of the few:
Voice of reason, censored view
A little knowledge is a dangerous thing
Here is the butterfly, here's the wing
Ch: Deadeye watches, still the killing carries on . . .