Sundays lyrics
Sundays lyrics
"I Won lyrics"
Hide Away lyrics
Hide away hide away Make sure that I never come back Disappear and I never come back I'm gonna pack up all my bags Vanish while I can Gonna leave this town
Hide away hide away Make sure that I never come back Disappear and I never come back I'm gonna pack up all my bags Vanish while I can Gonna leave this town
ooh, let me take a candle to a cellar tonight and I'd like to take some matches [there/then] and set it alight I can't, 'cause I've seen those kind of places before ooh, I'd like to have a party in a cellar tonight and I'd love to have a party but it wouldn't be right I shan't, 'cause I've seen those kind of people before I won the war inPictures lyricsthe sitting room I won the war but it cost me I won the war and I feel proud but I don't know why it's hard to get to sleep in my house ooh, I have to pull the blankets up to cover my head and I have to pull the blankets right up but I don't know why it's hard to get to sleep in my house well you keep following the funeral pyre and it's not difficult to see that you're y
(R.J. Johnson/The Honeyrods) Pictures on the wall stop and stare let the moment take you there in my mind I can see See an empty sky blue and white doesn'I Ragazzi Di Treviso lyricsoung and selfish, and liberty and money, don't go don't go... let me take a candle to a cellar tonight yeah, you should see the parties we've had before gimme the time, gimme the time gimme the watchword, gimme whatever you like ([soon we'll be free]) I won the war in the sitting room I won the war but it cost me I won the war and I feel proud but God only knows why it's
(R.Lipari-P.Matterazzo-R.Lipari) I ragazzi di Treviso sono fiori di ogni et? hanno stelle nel sorriso hanno la semplicit? vagabondi senza meta per le straHead Like A Hole lyricshard to get to sleep in my house ooh [your scheme is in your smile] ooh [you sleep and sin in your Soho hole] well you keep following the funeral pyre it's not difficult to see that you're beautiful and young, and [critical of] nothing and you keep following the funeral pyre it's not difficult to see that you're beautiful and young, and liberty and money, don't go
[The Misfits Cover Song] Bonfires burning bright Pumpkin faces in the night I remember halloween Dead Cats hanging from poles Little Dead are out in