out of range We strafe the train With the bravery of being out of range We gain terrain With the bravery of being out of range With the bravery of being out
Vertaling: Waters, Roger. De moed van Being Out Of Range.
I can feel it I can feel it I'm afraid The monkey sat on a pile of stone And he stared at the broken bone in his hand Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out
of the cat and mouse Who dwelt in the house Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt The house that Jack built Where the laughter rang and the
I like staying with my Uncle Dave And I like playing with his great dane But I don't fit I feel alien and strange Kinda outa range I like riding in my
The monkey sat on a pile of stones And stared at the broken bone in his hand And the strains of a Viennese quartet Rang out across the land The monkey
on their knees and pray The raccoon and the groundhog Neatly make up bags of change But the monkey in the corner Well he's slowly drifting out of range
the Blackfoot And like the Arapaho Like Crazy Horse I'll be the last one to lay down my gun Just out of sight Beyond the next range I'll feel the heat
with an iron fist Grand Master, national titlest I string people out, plus I bring people out So Heineken's across the board for all my men Check it out
