lost into the void of time, Is anybody out there get the message that I send? Would anybody read it then send it back again? A call to mend connection
翻訳: 神経質なアウト. 呼び出し.
message lost into the void of time, Is anybody out there get the message that I send? Would anybody read it then send it back again? A call to mend connection
We are the last remains We are the bridge over troubled water We are the renegades We are awake to what's going on I was the son of a police man Who'
is my drug Your love your love your love Stop callin' Stop callin' I don't wanna think anymore I got my head and my heart on the dancefloor Stop callin' Stop callin
out bring the buyers out and try to box us all together For they buy us out They profit from the event We hanin fliers out We profit from the attempt to hand desires out
calls I'm staying up all night hoping Hittin' my head against the wall What you got, boy, is hard to find I think about it all the time I'm all strung
shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise,
shaw Got the ball, fuck the law and yep I wet 'em out As I proceed to spread 'em out and dead 'em out Spray 'em out, lay 'em out Ain't no surprise, come
If you get tired Of just hanging around Pick up a guitar And spin a web of sound And then you could be Strung out all day With lovers and clowns Now
desperate call im staying upall night hopin hit my head against the wall what you got boy is hard to find i think about it all the time im all strung
that always holds the line Connectin' in between your sweet heart and mine I'm strung out on that wire And I'll be on the other end To hear you when you call
Now this some bad weed The very first time I hit the weed I was young Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81 Going to school, hitting the buddha
go back 'Cause in the darkness I hear somebody call my name And when you realize how they tricked you this time And it's all lies but I'm strung out
up, strung out on the world Tryna make some quick cash for a hit of that stash Listen, baby, you growing up much too fast Uh, this goes out to every
I beat upon that flesh to put her ass to rest I can, go for hours, control my power This position is called the lotus flower Now the chick is strung,
instructions before leaving earth I strolled through the books of job to unfold And open Bibles, instead of hoping on revivals Calling on His name and
