than a car in Nascar Make more reveal, I wanna ride again The red coats are comin', fuck it, let 'em in The king of England woulda left us alone If
the screen as a rule technology serves euro chemical wars cops getting killed by the squad of the mayor if this isn't Hell, tell me what can be Hell?
lost. Could you help me out? I hear your the best with directions." Toll Booth Willie: "Well I know my way around New England. I can tell ya that much
and Elder Beings which smelt real bad and were always trying to break through Thresholds and Take Over - rugose, squamous, amorphous nasties, abetted by thin, gaunt New England
aring; seriöst för, alltid? Nä, I england slår det säckert. Nä, det känner jag också. Hello everybody this
spent that evening in a tavern in town With a bunch of my new friends my money brought 'round And I told'em 'bout you And all the hell we'd been through
smelled of summer And the sky was streaked with white, The soft mist of England Was sleeping on a hill. I remember this, And I always will... There are new
smelled of summer And the sky was streaked with white And the soft mist of England Was sleeping on a hill I remember this And I always will There are new
of summer And the sky was streaked with white And the soft mist of England was sleeping on a hill I remember this And I always will There are new
of summer And the sky was streaked with white, The soft mist of England Was sleeping on a hill. I remember this, And I always will... There are new
but you played most foully for it. Suspicion of the murder however falls upon the king's sons, who flee to England accompanied only by a handful of loyal
he have bright blue eyes that never know fear And a tattoo says GERTRUDE FOREVER right here?" They say, "Hey, the thing just flittered by our station
of summer And the sky was streaked with white And the soft mist of England was sleeping on a hill I remember this And I always will There are new lovers
letters forwarded from hell The streets were by now deserted The gangs had trudged off home The lights clicked off in the bedsits An' old England was
't run alot" Now look how much time you got Mad dog: Take life on the streets- your own Made by Grease beats- pure dog Runnin' with the realest kids of New
and say hello -- come and say hello Well I've been roaming, now I'm at home in Anyplace you mention in the USA Just a rover, stoppin' over Making some new
hurt me Where the well of human hatred is shallow and dry No, I never wanted to change the world, but I'm looking for a new New Jersey Because tramps
