Behind your door Landscapes Your name carved into a stone Rivers Water in your hands Salvation
It's late time for bed so I sit, and wait for that gin and tonic to go to your head I know it's a devious plan but it's the only way that I know to get
The bombs been detonated I'm just waitin' for an explosion, I was just waitin' on 2nd and it was time for me to close in on 3rd With blurred vision and
before Maybe I don't even know her anymore Maybe who I am today Ain't so far from yesterday Can I find a way to be Every part of me, yeah Every part
I can see clearly now A painful vision indeed An attempt at genocide Twelve thousand years of pain The human thirst for dominance Leads them to Setian
Janet So wait How old were we when we first met? How many years ago was that Lynette? Lynette '78 Janet '78, that's like Good Times days Lynette It
(Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) My son, instead of crying be strong Be brave and comfort your mother Don't cry for the tears are wasted
leave those kids alone All in all you're just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall [Guitar] [Part 3] I don't need
Voodoo music Voodoo music Voodoo music from the stars Voodoo music comes from mars Ogni giorno e ovunque sei buena suerte dal tuo deejay Voodoo music
I don't need no arms around me I don't need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don't think I need anything at all No don't think
Girl - You must be 18 years or older to listen to this song Rock City - Scan-na-na-noah yeah Girl - Parental Advisory is advised Rock City - Eyy Girl -
[Black Thought] Hit the flo' ah, cuz it's bout to blow ah C'mon, hit the flo' ah, it's bout to blow ah Hit the flo' ah, it's about to blow ah Hit the
em what you do now and you better get ya head right, I just made 10 mill off of a website all ya nigga"s straight hate on me I just got a big check for playing halo 3
gonna get serious like Thriller You gon' feel that monster get bigger And I ain't got no rhyme for the next part I ain't got no rhyme for the next part
The final page is written in the books of history As man unleashed his deadly bombs and sent troops overseas To fight a war which can't be won and kills