Are you strong enough Do you feel my touch You are the comfort in my eyes Moving through the lust Feeling dangerous I wanna open the door to your
(myles goodwyn/jim clench) Published by summerlea music, ltd. - bmi I wake up early morning, I lay down with the sun You make me feel my life has just
Torsos hang from their own intestines Raped of all bodily extensions Stumps wreathing in a sludge like infection Suffering through a Rancid amputation
Torsos hang from their own intestines Raped of all bodily extentions, stumps wreathing in a sludge Like infection Suffering through a Rancid amputation
I saw a man get the beat down Took his money and his wallet left him dead on the ground I saw them gather celebrate the crime Teachin us the laughter
Don't worry about me, I'm gonna make it alright Got my enemies crossed-haired in my sight I take a bad situation gonna make it right In the shadows of
You opened my eyes, you make me believe That there is a chance for a guy like me You opened my eyes To a whole new world for me Baby, don?t you know
I need the comfort That's in your arms Squeeze and hold me tight And keep me warm I need the passion That's in your heart Say you'll never leave
Ruby soho Echoes of reggae comin' through my bedroom wall Havin' a party up next door but I'm sittin here all alone Two lovers in the bedroom and the
Hey ho, hey ho, hey ho, hey Well I'm a crazy upsetter (Driving me insane) Yeah, I'm a street wise professor (Who am I to blame?) Now, if you listen
Never fell in love until I fell in love with you Never know what a good time was until I had a good time with you If you wanna get the feeling and you
California sun has sunk Behind the Anaheim Hills, here comes the night I was high on junk And the warm winds of Santa Anna feel alright Will every
Lets go down town, tell me what you're seein' Tell me what its like to get that old, cold feelin' Spend all night just a lookin' at the ceilin' Livin'
1,2,3,4 I hold the cold steel of my rifle as I dream of foreign lands, and I promise myself I will cherish every moment I can, but there's ghosts that
1951 Small town kids got nothing to do But dream all night of movie stars and Cadillac cars And beautiful girls and big city lights LA River dragnet
Everybody say we gotta take a chance And tell me what the hell went wrong ? We only listen to the words that we sing Now a million are singing along (
out in the open they aint gonna hide police state upon us prepare to collide theyre gonna keep you down step on your neck cant move no more the weapon
I ain't worried about a god damn thing I hear them talking. I ain't listening Listening How many times did you tell me I was wrong But I didn't listen
