the local show? Were you wearing denim, wearing leather? Did you run down to the front? Did you queue for your ticket through the ice and snow? Denim and leather
the local show Were you wearing denim, wearing leather Did you run down to the front Did you queue for your ticket through the ice and snow Denim and Leather
Traduction: Saxon. Denim et cuir.
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] There's a fire in the sky There's a feeling in the air When the ground starts to tremble The first attack is here
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] Just before dawn in the cold light We came out of the night A great expectation from the man who ran the show Will
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] Breaks away the chains that bind me Gives me sympathy Keeps me running on the high road Keeps me living free Never
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] I was born on the back streets On the rotten side of town I never had me nothin' Just people puttin' me down Living
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] She used to be an ironhorse Twenty years ago Used to bring the mail to me Through the ice and snow I've sat alone
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] Ride the silver eagle out of JFK Up the eastern seaboard destination Portland Maine When we saw the people at the
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] Well, you're brought up on the street Did ya make it on your own Are ya living in the shadow Crawling in the night
[Byford/Quinn/Oliver/Dawson/Gill] I was driving down the highway my music playing loud I drove into a truckstop stepped up feelin' proud The stupid
