I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time Now every dream gets whittled
(Barbare) -Bon, alors, on bouge? (Ranger) -On ne va pas passer la journee ici! (Paladin) -On va rater l'heure de la sieste! (Nain) -Y'a que deux trucs
[Written by Wilson, Barbieri, Edwin and Maitland] [Instrumental]
I traveled through the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time Now every dream gets whittled
I was sitting in a diner With a girl named Flo She wouldn't say yes But she couldn't say no She said, ?Darling, can I get a middle man?? She was engaged
did you see it? could you sense the tension? thickness was building, yet for a surprise crimson starlight. your chanting my curse. it's a lovesick dead
En mi barrio cada gente bale y tambien todo se bale como tambien el sudor de un padre por el esfuerzo de traer comida a su casa y pensar que casi siempre
you know i couldn't be me, if it wasn't for you i feel like shit and look like plastic, but i'll get through you know it's plain to see, what's going
(Instrumental)
Forgive me father, I forgot I thought that you were there, but you're not keep me beneath your highest mark forever paint this life a shade of dark wish
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: I traveled though the atmosphere as a wall of feedback climbed The pegs were gold, the band was old, they played in half time Now every dream gets
: (Instrumental)
