the lights went out Lights out, lights out I'm glad the lights was out Sister knows (What) It's all about What to do when the lights go out Now we're
Fordítás: Winter, Johnny. Lámpaoltás.
queer sound That was in the late fall when the winter came I'd not a pair of bridges nor a shirt to my name I couldn't go to school or out of doors
' to help the old man To the end of one row and back again like always She's been through hell since junior went to jail When the lights go out she ain
places The lights have gone blurry and i see the traces dreams of dreams of chances missed topaz, torquoise, amathyst the night is black and i got shit to do i let out
pick-me-uppers To counteract all the put-me-to-sleepers She used to be a receiver Went out deep for guys that looked like Johnny Fever Last winter I
Leave it to me to create hope where there was none My inner soul shall, my inner light shall.. [ VERSE 2 ] I rhyme for cats up in the harbored lights
out of the window there, and dropped it in the toll basket. Up comes the gate, and out comes... Johnny's Camaro, Johnny's Camaro Johnny loved
(Joey Gioeli, Johnny Gioeli, Neal Schon) Alright, oh yeah Living every moment, holding on to a dream Staring at an empty page, winter comes to me And
old lady would be gone Oh! she would be gone When I get up in the mornin' Her lights would just be comin' home Just be comin' home Ohh yea Look out
me with lust All of life's problems, I just shake off Mad little events happen, things map out and A few blue maddens alight the toilets Big beefy bouncers out
Leave it to me to create hope where there was none My inner soul shall, my inner light shall.. [VERSE 2] I rhyme for cats up in the harbor lights Prayin
trailer, out on the edge with the money you saved. It had a carport, a colour TV and no place to turn around. (Chorus) Remember that winter when the
uppers to counteract all the put me to sleepers. she used to be a receiver. she went out deep for guys that looked like johnny fever. last winter i swear
, killed Cleopatra I'm slippery like the catfish, hassle mechanich Johnny Appleseed You forty-five will fall to your sixteen Slump eater, Peter Pan at the window, knock severe feathers Smuggle the winter
