go stop no go But there's a secret in your laughter - A happily ever after When You say go go stop no go AND NOW YOU KNOW We are the music makers
We are the music makers dreams are gone, dreams. We are the music makers, dreams are gone, dreams. We are the music makers, dreams are gone, dreams
Vertaling: Donovan. The Music Makers.
Vertaling: Scarling. We Are The Music Makers.
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: We are de music maker from Jamaica (from Jamaica) I said we're putting dung some hot stuff (some hot stuff) I said you clap your hand, you turn me
We are de music maker from Jamaica (from Jamaica) I said we're putting dung some hot stuff (some hot stuff) I said you clap your hand, you turn me on
The stage is set, you better play it light The lights go up, it's opening night Hold back on what I know is me The house lights dim, the crowd rolls
So why are we sitting on these sidelines With our ears and eyes We're dumb, deaf and blind While the devil's in our sights But you didn't seem to mind
I woke up today just to see the decay of my life that once put a smile on my face the pain is now gone but so is the pleasure a turn for the worst -
We gotta stop this fuckin' division This stereotyping bullshit's got me having a conniption Where's your vision, what are you blind? No permission, steppin
Livin' this life ain't nothin' but a joke I can think all day and watch my brain smoke I figured it out that I can't figure out shit And if I did I wouldn
You know not what lies in your head Your freedom lies amongst the dead You feel the strength in numbers Number one, and now I'm done cuz you fled six
I'm huffing fumes because I'm willing to try anything trapped in the past by the clutches of those dead to me I'm hanging on by a morcel of my sanity
Anyone can repeat a creed But that won't dictate what I believe 'Cause anyone can say these words But without feeling they aren't much more than Words
The world's on your shoulders All that weight on your back Really realizing We're under attack I've been waiting Since yesterday For the sun to rise
It's sad when a pig feeds on the mischief of the youth It makes me sick 'cause theres nothing I can do It's serve and protect not frisk and molest Put