The third world is calling The third world is calling you The third world is calling The third world is calling you Feels like we're back in the middle
won't complain and tomorrow I'll feel fine I won't put my life in other's hands that is more that I can stand I'd rather play heads than tail and I
The third world is calling The third world is calling you The third world is calling The third world is calling you Feels like we're back in the
I won't complain and tomorrow I'll feel fine I won't put my life in other's hands that is more that I can stand I'd rather play heads than tail and
i bet she coming back like she forgot her keys and now we murderers because we kill time she saw Dr.carter and now she feel fine (GUDDA GUDDA
with you makes me shake my head then smile and yawn I'm worn out but I'm beaming and it seems that we are dreamy as we head out through that strange
get burned When the smoke has cleared, she said That's what she said to me You're gonna want a bed to lay your head And a little sympathy There are
something to look at while we tear you up, take what you love And burn it down, and burn it down You swear to build, we swear to come and burn it down
handful of change in his beat up case And said play me a country beat And it sounded like Met up with some friends outside of town We were headed towards
Two creatures moving in a game of lose or win, right or wrong Step aside, loosen this stranglehold May heaven's fires burn the point of no return, sensual thorn My head
[Havoc] 1 2 1 2 [Prodigy] Yo however do u want however do you need P My Mobb bring it back to life back to reality You walk a fine line playin
hot hott) She is burning up the club now Stop, Drop n roll This girl is on fire (She's hot hott) She's on fire (She's hot hott) She is burning up the
! I don't really wanna go! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go! And leave the party while its happenin'. Go head, get busy! Okay get busy! Go head, get busy, start it!
wrong Ideals are fine when you are young And I must admit we had a laugh But that's all it was and ever will because As the burning sky keeps burning
I hate seagulls and I hate being sick I hate burning my finger on the toaster and I hate nits I hate falling over, I hate grazing my knee I hate picking
, yes It is gonna be fine when the sky is my cover A big yellow ball, the sun is my lover I take my skateboard an' my good feeling with me I'm heading
