There's too many struggles There's too many fears I've hardened my blood now For so many years! Uh! I am the graves of the 80s I am the risen dead Destroy
21 years of minimum wage Got no problems with manual labour You stepped up in the 90s, wanna show me how Well, I don't need no fuckin' favour [refrain
Drowned in stellar dust We create beginning and end Crumbles constantly We know the center of End Who are you on stage? Breathe deeply Lungs filled
Walk around, like royalty Just a stylized corpse Life has reached the end On the inside Proud of what you have "achieved" You'll soon see the truth,
Shaken and stirred in the dungeons! Why is it you find yourself there? Left in the mud - without a torch (a fruitless endeavour) and no one cares! ...
Tout constipes, derriere la glace, Leur beau ticket vert a la main, Pour quelques centimes de surtaxe, Ils meprisent le Genre Humain... Dans les wagons
How many times? Have I traversed these tired streets Traced the faded yellow lines With enough revolutions per minute to last a lifetime Whispered cries
top of your fear (just) hope you awaken in time And know that you are on my mind Look over your shoulders - you're blind! And circle the wagons 20 years
Won't you be my wagon wheel Won't you tell me, baby, how do you feel Yeah, you got to live, yeah, your life As though you're number one Yeah, you got
the ammunition Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation They may take me with my feet draggin' I'll fly away on a sin wagon I'll fly away on a sin wagon
long Since I've been in love That special kind of feeling Guess my best excuse I'm on the wagon again Well I got no real excuse I'm on the wagon again
Remember watching children play Ring-around-the roses Tiny electrons circling in neutral ground So much gravity, in gravity Boys in bars, they stir their
, darling, I'll be on my way? ?Oh, your wagon needs greasing, your whip is to mend Then sit down by me as long as you can? ?My wagon is greasy, my whip
we? And baby, why don't we? There's a place I'd like to go When you get there then I'll know There's a place I know you've been Here's a wagon, get
much of it till I took it apart I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star But still I'm glad I hitched my apple wagon to your star I'm happy if
the wagon, the Segregation Wagon! State?s rights is the wagon, so let?s all take a ride. Get aboard and ride this wagon! That Segregation wagon! We?
Gonna paint our wagon Gonna paint it good We ain't braggin' We're gonna coat that wood. There Gonna paint that wagon There Gonna paint it good They aint