We're children playing in the sun A sense of freedom on the run We never knew what time it was We just knew how sublime it was Our course determined
Larynx cries no longer heard A chord was struck that chilled the nerve It froze the time that we all lived The roles reversed to downward spin Is life
The story that I'm telling you Something that you can do Ask yourself and try to find the answer See the signs they're always there But you know you
Try to understand it, Though it's very hard to see The reason we are living No longer seems to be Revolution's coming The chaos will soon end We've reached
Sick of politicians Harassment and laws All we do is get screwed up By other people's flaws World turned upside down now Nothing else to do Live in concrete
, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em (grill em) Don't stop, grill em (grill em) don't stop, grill em Grill em, grill
ain't gonna find The kinda good time you will Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille Well at the Top Hat Bar and Grille There
amend our path of struggle for a while? To pretend our lives are free and carefree still? And that I just fell in love with you at the Anchor Grill
it's all the same Calls all his customers by name Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill Down at the Sunset Grill
s wrong with me Third time (third time) I moved you in, took you back In my life [Chorus - Missy (Nicole)] Why you all in my grill (why you all, in my grill
's grill. Sweet ginger brings your plate, Always hot and never late; Top it off with a chocolate cake, Down at junior's grill. It's heaven with a corner
Don't give up all your loving I like your loving Tears in my eyes Touch me, oh oh it's burning Why might you leave me Please stay with me Squeeze me,
E-Yeahh! Za yo de ze. We run the cops and have fun. And this town...Roll Your Sleeves Up!!! (What, What, What, What, What, What) Attack Attack, Where
Mais rien ne semble change C'est bon d'ouvrir les grilles de sa maison Dans le jardin tout fleurit Tu es la, qui me sourit C'est bon d'ouvrir les grilles
etranger Mais rien ne semble changer C?est bon d?ouvrir les grilles de sa maison Dans le jardin tout fleurit Tu es la, qui me sourit C?est bon d?ouvrir les grilles
A weathered Monet Takes you to The bottom of a charcoal grill. And the grate above us Is street concrete. Our shrill voices Have nothing left to sing.
I always will Down at the lonely grill Lonely grill Down at the lonely grill Down at the lonely grill Down at the lonely grill At the lonely grill
to amend our path of struggle for a while? To pretend our lives are free and carefree still? And that I just fell in love with you at the Anchor Grill