20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Tesla
Tesla lyrics
Tesla lyrics
"Cumin' Atcha Live / Truckin' Lyrics"
["Truckin'" originally by Grateful Dead]
Alright!
Hey, are we ready?
Well I'm a mean machine, I'm the kind you don't wanna meet
My middle name is trouble, I'm a danger in the street
My motor's in overdrive, my pedal's to the floor
I never get enough, I'm always comin' back for more
Here I come, better step aside
I said here I come, oh yeah, well I'm a-comin' at you li
Mr Blue Lyrics
Our guardian star lost all its glow The day that I lost you It lost all its glitter the day you said "no" And its grey skies turned to blue Like him I am doubtful That you
veOur guardian star lost all its glow The day that I lost you It lost all its glitter the day you said "no" And its grey skies turned to blue Like him I am doubtful That you
I'm comin' atcha live
The only one you want, I never give a warning twice
Well anything could happen like the rollin' of the dice
Here we come, you better step aside
I said here we come, we're comin' at you live
Comin' at you live - we're comin' atcha live
Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live
Comin' at you live - you better step aside
Comin' at you live - ow! ow!
The River Lyrics
[Solo]
Comin' at you live - we're comin' atcha live
Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live
Comin' at you live - you better step aside
Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live
Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live
Comin' at you live - comin' atcha live
Comin' at you live - step aside, step aside
Comin' at you live - 'cos here we come
Truckin', I'm a-goin' home, whoa whoa
Shake Your Foundations (408) Lyrics
(Young/Young/Johnson) See me leanin' on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar Feelin' good 'cos the city's alive I'm gettin' ready to rock and jive I get up slide across the floo
, baby, back where I belong(Young/Young/Johnson) See me leanin' on the bar I got my head in a whiskey jar Feelin' good 'cos the city's alive I'm gettin' ready to rock and jive I get up slide across the floo
Back home, sit down and patch my bones, and get back truckin' on
What in the hell ever happened to sweet Jane?
She's lost her marbles, you know the chick ain't the same
Livin' on reds, and vitamin C, and cocaine
All the friend can say is "ain't it a bitch"
Busted down on Bourbon Street, set up like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, sometimes I'm wearin' thin, th