Coulda been a lawyer, a fireman Engineer in cairo, ambassador to japan I9nstead i'm stretched here, Fire pit underneath Steel strings bound my body, The metal grill to my teeth
In 20 seconds, can you scream Something for us, And in 6 seconds arrive at the chorus? Cue smoke, flash light, Enter the fountain of youth You can sell us anything but the truth
CHORUS: I am confused about "GIVE PEACE A CHANCE" How much was music, how much makeup and dance? Peace is a product someone plants in your head Welcome to the state of music, population: spoon-fed
I entered the minefield, armed with something simple i wrote But one of the three songs on radio exploded down my throat A little bit queasy from the shrapnel i ate Would it be too much to ask for a little soul on my plate?
What an adorable artistic dream, Now everybody taste the machine Industry's changed, it's not our fault Can i pass you the sensory assault?
CHORUS
Thank you delores for inspiring me Thank you to lisa for your pure melody In awe of joni and the words she commands Breathtaking fingerwork from both ani's hands Tracy for run- run- run- run- running and hope The irish goddess whose voice rivaled the pope So how the hell to fill the asics on me? If i don't know who i am
Everyone will tell me
CHORUSTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
