Power in my hand and I can do nothing I'm gonna bring you something more, some more I'm gonna bring you more, I'm gonna bring you more I want beauty,
Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working for that minimum
bit longer We want to play -- just a little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it
eve Check my wardrobe before I leave Pretty young thing hanging on my sleeve Gonna have a good time you best believe Hit the ride and I'm on my way Driving
it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin' Into something that looks like cheese Oh so you say that's it I got to leave
a choice, at a difficult age Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage? But in the back of my head, I heard distant feet Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco
are all empty, let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and the last to leave Workin' for that minimum wage
Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working
it's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin into something that looks like cheese oh so you say that's it i got to leave
's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin into something that looks like cheese oh so you say that's it i got to leave
Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working
choice at a difficult age Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage? But in the back of my head I heard distant feet Che Guevara and De?bussy to a disco
the race you can stop the sequencer you can stop the move five, six, seven, eight get into the groove Yo yo babe Pump it up the noise Leave your parents out Drive
