Woorden:
Bouncing Souls Ghosts On The Boardwalk

't see... Let me take you to a place where the sun warms your face And the sound of the waves takes you away And the ghosts on the boardwalk will

is boring, it's not enough I need a shock down to my shoes Pedophile lust, tortured blood in the dust Take all you can As long as it's on a TV screen

Here we go again, on our way to some airport Check-lady smiles at me, then she asked for my photo ID I'm a frequent flier, elite gold-member in the endless

Hello again, my good friend You have been there through it all A strange face, in the dark Do you know what you've done at all? You say we have been

on and On It Goes on and on It Goes on and on It Goes on and on It Goes on and on It Goes on and on It Goes on and on It Goes on and on

You left home for the first time when you were seventeen Searching for a life beginning a new dream You drove your car all night to learn your way around

and move along Move out, move on Life is here, singing her song Move out, move on The sun is shining as we walk along Move on The sky is always on my

't see... Let me take you to a place where the sun warms your face And the sound of the waves takes you away And the ghosts on the boardwalk will