be loved It`s never easy to hold on Please love my denial Don`t touch me tonight Can`t you feel my heart means nothing to me Nothing, nomore It`s never
to be loved It`s never easy to hold on Please love my denial Don`t touch me tonight Can`t you feel my heart means nothing to me Nothing, nomore It`s
time Like a Tornado This world is goin' round There's nothin' to wait for Don't let it weigh you down Like a Tornado! This world is goin' round There's nothin
to, was you and good nothing Here's to the wicked and here's to the ___ You got your chance goin' on my train, you're jumpin The catch of the century
you hear before your life disappear Now it just gets worse, like my stomach 'll burst, feel like I've been cursed. With seven centuries of bitter memories
the day nothing is gained, So listen to the voice within, I'll see ya later, Pay heed to the Grand Oral Disseminator. Quite still you feel there's nothing
' time anyway . . . ) So, anyway . . . But if that's your idea of a good time, what the hey? Send those pants up here! Here's some more! Okay, good-good
but that ain't bout nothing so country country cash out hony's so country country cash out hony's drop 70 on my Hummer but that ain't bout nothing 60
century kid surrounded by illusion and confusion So maybe if you're holding out for the truth now Could it be the greatest weapon 21st century kid
what do you think about the behaviour of austrian and germans during the second world war? Don't you think that they're a little bit more responsible
me down And I been two times around And there ain't nothing but pain around the bend I'm not made for the time I'm born in the wrong century There's too
m saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing I've forseen it, I dream it I can feel it slowly dripping away from me No more
wire Polititians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man Twenty first century Twenty first century Twenty first century Twenty first century
find the country insufferable I deal only in half pleasures Edgar: Speaking of half pleasures would you care for a tincture of opium? Roderick Usher: Nothing would please me more
All we've been given By those who came before The dream of a nation Where freedom would endure The work and prayers Of centuries Have brought us to this
anyone but regains herself and continues. More perturbing, however, is a new sound: the PHANTOM is laughing - quietly at first, then more and more
coast to coast (Mmmm) Hollywood or Times Square If the party's fly, my girl is there (yes she is) Purple's on and bounce in her hair 21st Century hippy
