Young Neil lyrics
Young Neil lyrics
"Crime In The City Lyrics"
The Wanting Kind Lyrics
Standing by the wishing well Make a wish and then rewind Fingers crossed behind your back When you're the wanting kind Here is the perfect life Just like the one you designed But you only see the flaws When you're the wanting kind Even when you're making love There's still something on your m
Standing by the wishing well Make a wish and then rewind Fingers crossed behind your back When you're the wanting kind Here is the perfect life Just like the one you designed But you only see the flaws When you're the wanting kind Even when you're making love There's still something on your m
Well the cop made the showdown
He was sure he was right
He had all of the lowdown
From the bank heist last night
His best friend was the robber
And his wife was a thief
All the children were killers
They couldn't get no relief
The bungalow was surrounded
When a voice loud and clear
Said, "Come on out with your hands up
Or we'll blow you out ofhere."
There was a face in the window
The TV cameras rolled
Then they cut to the announcer
And the story was told
The artist looked at the producer
The producer sat back
He said, "What we have got here
Is a perfect track
But
Misty Eyes Lyrics
I was missing my Little Miss Misty Eyes She made my life complete I'd been waiting on True love's sweet surprise And it tasted so sweet Oh it tasted so sweet I could hear The sound of the love bell Told me all it could tell And the sight of The blue moon rising Told me all was wellwe don't have a vocal
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong."
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, "Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone."
Yeah
"There's still crime in the city,"
Said the cop on the beat,
"I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from ools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well I play by their ru
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free."
Yeah
Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah
Well I keep gettin' younger
My lie's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back to the preacher
Then I grew up to be a firemaan
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old
I was missing my Little Miss Misty Eyes She made my life complete I'd been waiting on True love's sweet surprise And it tasted so sweet Oh it tasted so sweet I could hear The sound of the love bell Told me all it could tell And the sight of The blue moon rising Told me all was well
And we don't have a song
If we could get these things accomplished
Nothin' else could go wrong."
So he balanced the ashtray
As he picked up the phone
And said, "Send me a songwriter
Who's drifted far from home
And make sure that he's hungry
Make sure he's alone
Send me a cheeseburger
And a new Rolling Stone."
Yeah
"There's still crime in the city,"
Said the cop on the beat,
"I don't know if I can stop it
I feel like meat on the street
They paint my car like a target
I take my orders from ools
Meanwhile some kid blows my head off
Well I play by their ru
Des Laids des Laids Lyrics
Dja deux heures que je fais le pets devant sa porte comme un groom Manque pas d'air celle la. Je devais l'emmener souper dans un grill-room En l'attendant tu fais des vents des pets des poums. Non mais pour qui elle se prend celle la pour la Begum Aprs on devait aller danser au voom voom En l' attendant tu fais des vents des p
esDja deux heures que je fais le pets devant sa porte comme un groom Manque pas d'air celle la. Je devais l'emmener souper dans un grill-room En l'attendant tu fais des vents des pets des poums. Non mais pour qui elle se prend celle la pour la Begum Aprs on devait aller danser au voom voom En l' attendant tu fais des vents des p
That's why I'm doin' it my way
I took the law in my hands
So here I am in the alleyway
A wad of cash in my pants
I get paid by a ten year old
He says he looks up to me
There's still crime in the city
But it's good to be free."
Yeah
Now I come from a family
That has a broken home
Sometimes I talk to Daddy
On the telephone
When he says that he loves me
I know that he does
But I wish I could see him
I wish I knew where he was
But that's the way all my friends are
Except maybe one or two
Wish I could see him this weekend
Wish I could walk in his shoes
But now
God Given Right Lyrics
Loss of life theres no reason why. Again and again the bottled death suicide. Brain dead in your world of straight lies. Bullet in your head shot by the high life. Cock the hammer pull the trigger. Slow death at the tips of your fingers. Smoked your hopes drank your dreams. Lost your life its not hard to be
I'm doin' my own thingLoss of life theres no reason why. Again and again the bottled death suicide. Brain dead in your world of straight lies. Bullet in your head shot by the high life. Cock the hammer pull the trigger. Slow death at the tips of your fingers. Smoked your hopes drank your dreams. Lost your life its not hard to be
Sometimes I'm good, then I'm bad
Although my home has been broken
It's the best home I ever had
Yeah
Well I keep gettin' younger
My lie's been funny that way
Before I ever learned to talk
I forgot what to say
I sassed back to my mom
I sassed back to my teacher
I got thrown out of Bible school
For sassin' back to the preacher
Then I grew up to be a firemaan
Put out every fire in town
Put out anything smokin'
But when I put the hose down
The judge sent me to prison
He gave me life without parole
Wish I never put the hose down
Wish I never got old