It started in the street, in the crazy summer heat In a place just on the edge of town Crowds were going wild, heroes had arrived Colours glistening in the sun Banners held high, touching the sky Flags of every nation Armies to the left, Armies to the right In a great anticipation
Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes
Hey - we raised our fists up the sky Sang our song with heads held high And told the world the best is yet to come We raced our cars and revved our bikes Headed out into the night And told the world the best is yet to come
We met out in fields, with our masks and shields To celebrate the living Magic in the air, parties everywhere And the wine it kept on flowing Crazy looking freaks, a tribe that speaks In tongues not of this world Someone played a game that had no name And no-one really understood
Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes
Hey - we raised our fists up the sky Sang our song with heads held high And told the world the best is yet to come We raced our cars and revved our bikes Headed out into the night And told the world the best is yet to come
Frank Sinatra sang on an old velve radio Oh I love New York
A weathered one eyed piper Playing a marching tune La la la la la, la la la la la
Through the mist I saw machines of every shape and size Like new Messiahs you couls see the hunger in their eyes
We raised our fists up the sky Sang our song with heads held high And told the world the best is yet to come We raced our cars and revved our bikes Headed out into the night And told the world the best is yet to come
We raised our fists up the sky Sang our song with heads held high And told the world the best is yet to come We raced our cars and revved our bikes Headed out into the night And told the world the best is yet to comeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
