Just don't know what to say I'm tongue tied, I'm a scatter brain Can't eat, can't sleep these days Staring out past the milky way My head spins, my heart
All my life I've been waiting for the day Looking for angels in a cheap motel Losers and winners, there's the saints and the sinners And Jesus' working
Oh my my, look what I've done I'm on the run, I've got California I kissed you goodbye with a tear in my eye I packed up my truck and went for a drive
Fighter planes running 'round my head Running 'round my head, I gotta go, go, go The sex, love, honey that I taste, honey makes me wait Honey says she
Caught between the stars and underground I'm climbing up just to get back down My lips are moving but make no sound Don't leave me here this way. Oh
I know this girl as pretty as can be The sign of an Aquarius, she was born on the 18th UFOs, snakes and spiders, give her the creeps And she's got a
One, two, picking up the pace Three, four, rat is in the race I?m on the land, I?m on the chase I?m on the hunt, I?ve got no time to waste One clue gotta
Today I got to thinking the world's in a strange way Feels like I'm at a 7/11 when a robbery takes place Do I hide behind the counter with my hands covering
I remember the days when we talked for hours And we were young, we thought we had superpowers We kissed the sky, expanded our minds, thought we could
I saw Abbie Hoffman?s ghost in the distance We got Saul Williams keeping up the resistance And punk rock and blues music keep dying We keep buying Matt
She's sweet like honey Sour like democracy She don't want your money She needs your sympathy She'll be your greatest lover But she doesn't belong to
Vertaling: Raine Maida. Yellow Brick Road.
Vertaling: Neverending White Lights. Leugenaar Feat. Raine Maida.
the slaves Oh, oh, war is a never-ending mission They are the victims, doomed to die In yellow rain We've seen them dying in the fields In yellow rain
the slaves Oh, oh War is a never-ending mission They are the victims Doomed to die In yellow rain We've seen them dying in the fields In yellow rain
Vertaling: Pretty Maids. Geel Rain.
maid, What more can I say? I killed her, It was an accident. How will I ever clean up this mess? I shot the maid, What can I say? I shot the maid, It
