I aim at the first one wholl dare to stand still
Oh Lord, youre tension is making me ill
Youve got no friends in your home, youll got no family stone
You cant go: Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip,
Will gather round you with c**e and pain
The trees, aint no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Dont know why I cant locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Dont let them closer to this secret... that I may love you
Take em outa west, take em outa height, take em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined on desolation 15
Theyve got it! Yeah Yeah Yeah
Bust em in the light, bust em in the light, BUST EM IN THE DAYLIGHT
They aint worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died
The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Dont know why I
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like I would rather heal your wounds
now hear the dark gun punching out, that I may love you
Oh Lord, youre tension is making me ill
Youve got no friends in your home, youll got no family stone
You cant go: Yeah Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Everyone, in every town, on every boat, on every trip, the multi-talanted strip,
Will gather round you with c**e and pain
The trees, aint no doubt about
The seeds, I had no thought about
No, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Dont know why I cant locate this feeling, that I would rather be with you
It makes no sense, your crying out loud, that I may love you
This stress is wasting my emotions that I would rather be with you
Dont let them closer to this secret... that I may love you
Take em outa west, take em outa height, take em on a sweet ride
Those little angels are numbered nine
The colored TV once shined on desolation 15
Theyve got it! Yeah Yeah Yeah
Bust em in the light, bust em in the light, BUST EM IN THE DAYLIGHT
They aint worthy being named as thieves
One of those shorties said hi up to the abbot who died
The rebound, Yeah Yeah Yeah
Dont know why I
Now hear the bluebird whistle hymns like I would rather heal your wounds
now hear the dark gun punching out, that I may love you