(Eva:) The actress hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hear She's sad for her country, sad to be defeated By her own weak body (Crowds:) [Evita! Evita
At the end of it all We will be sold for parts We will try to rebuild But we ate it all away All ambitions now run dry Someone stop this thing, turn it
Hello, hello Mr. Tailor What do, what do, what do you want Turn on the radio I'm talking to you I'm talking to you You're being grotesque The radio, remember
a can of worms Narcotics on the weekends As the city it burns Broadcast to the world Out of control Broadcast to the world Ready to fold Broadcast to
Believe me when I say to you that every word is true Oh, that a change is goin' to come You can hear it in the broadcast on your radio Ooh, why are you
There's nothing bold in the posture you wear It's always stunning to show you care You're so outspoken, the status quotient Brought up to peak broadcast
From the darkest river comes the darkest heart Never to be one with all I know So bitter to the core, won't you fix your grudging soul? Forgiving, yet
Here I am, the prodigal son The self proclaimed deprived Spending hours of fighting the peace When I should lay it on the line It makes it hard, I won
Lost, it's been a long time For this moment to come Lost, it's been a long line Where I've been waiting too long Lost, it's been a long time For this
Consider me dead if that's what you want Gather around me, the day has come Straight through the threshold, the morning calls Wasn't meant to be there
Once I lost it It took hold of me Once again Lost and left to see What was there Wouldn't let me be Spoiled with misery Spoiled with energy Let me be
Choking on nothing Hands turning cold The deeper the mind goes The deeper the hole I'm reaching a point where No one else goes My fate seems to be split
Let me tell you about a soul who loves disaster The night comes clean and then he dreams of going faster He deals with angels one on one and gets his
It's is just the way it starts the way it feels The mission will trying to find the need What makes to another for the way it goes The facts to a making
Where is it all? Where am I? Only present to bleed, only present to die Only scratching the joy, yet filled with desire I will be turning my head off
Watch me now Gave in for the moment A lifetime of thrills Paid up to deserve it Made up with my pills Now will you ever learn And make it all just turn
weather, turn it loose From the shadows, monkey From the suburbs, catchy catchy Left my car, slowly slowly At the bar, softly softly, healthy broadcast
Laughter on his breath The smell of fish clandestine hits The thief he will aspire To take the piece that he desires Contempt for the rest Know his past
