, was is it slow and obscene [Chorus] did they beat the drums slowly did the play the fife lowly did they sound the death march as they lowered you down did the band
die, depuis le maxi de 94 t?es dans cry, (pleur pas) quand ton trou amere ta bouche est plein de caille, si jamais tia meuff donc toi ta rad taille, ils marche
radio does play the classical music there, Jim: "the march of the wooden soldiers" you can hear jack, you see. Sweet jane! sweet jane! sweet jane! Some people, they like to go out dancing
?t wait Take me to the dance and hold me tight I want to see the bright lights tonight There?s crazy people running all over town There?s a silver band just marching
t wait Take me to the dance and hold me tight I want to see the bright lights tonight There?s crazy people running all over town There?s a silver band just marching
there noisy bands!" "Damn their souls!" Preacher preaching love like vengeance Preaching love like hate Calling for large donations Promising estates Rolling lawns and angel bands
sweet perfume While the Sergeants played a marching tune We all got up to dance Oh, but we never got the chance 'Cause the players tried to take the field The marching band
in Miami in the theater of divine comedy. Told about Jesus, told about the rain, She told me about the jungle where her brothers were slain By a man who danced
flashes before your lies, And the lights just march on by, and the crowd, they walk and sigh, yet time is slow, Feel the world on my hands, trust incentives of a band
Now you gotta dance with me Now is when its gotta be Cuz I can't wait for the dance floor to fill in And if you wanna dance with me I'll show you how
My dad went to college, and he worked for the state He never quit nothing and he wanted me to graduate. My brother and sister both play in the marching band
brothers ain't motivated they can't do it Not only the opposite train it I ran through it My music comes on and we march at the dance Inside of your mind
blacks c'est le trip Mais seulement pour faire les danses roules dans les clips Ou les plateaux, une touche exotique dans le show C'est plus dance, plus
(feat. Mark Figeroa) March, march, march, march Boomdizzle, baby Way back in 1776 Who would have thought we would have had these chicks Sum kinda slim
out of time Cockneys, Brummies, Tykes and Geordies Players in this pantomime From Notting Hil to Tyneside Mela Marching ghosts of colliery bands Farmers
i guess you can't go but you can't stay home forever I can hear the band playing just like the wind I can hear them saints go marching in but if you
`March of the Wooden Soldiers` All you protest kids, you can hear Jack say, get ready Sweet Jane, come on, baby Sweet Jane, sweet Jane Some people, they like to go out dancing
delight Blue powder monkeys praying in the dead of night Here comes the Black Queen, poking in the pile Fie-fo the black Queen, marching single file Take this, take that, bring them down to size March