Bowie David lyrics
Bowie David lyrics
"Working Class Hero Lyrics"
Larga Vida Al Rock And Roll Lyrics
Al principio fue slo bailar Todos alrededor de un reloj Pero nadie supo adivinar Que sera el idioma mejor Por la imagen que nos dio Larga
Al principio fue slo bailar Todos alrededor de un reloj Pero nadie supo adivinar Que sera el idioma mejor Por la imagen que nos dio Larga
As soon as you're born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if your clever and they despise
And I Love You So Lyrics
And I love you so People ask me how How I've lived til' now.. I tell them I don't know I guess they understand How lonely life has b
a foolAnd I love you so People ask me how How I've lived til' now.. I tell them I don't know I guess they understand How lonely life has b
Till you're so fucking crazy you can't fallow their rules
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years
Ah then they expect you to pick a career
When you can't really function you're so full of fear
A working class hero
New Policy One Lyrics
Im the man who came to dinner Said I wasnt stopping long I brought a present wrapped in misery And a bottle of sad songs is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at
But first you must smile as you kill
But if you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Just follow me
Im the man who came to dinner Said I wasnt stopping long I brought a present wrapped in misery And a bottle of sad songs
A working class hero is something to be
Keep you doped wit religion and sex and TV
And you think you're so clever and classless and free
But you're still fucking peasants as far as I can see
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There's room at
Des Vents Des Pets Des Poums Lyrics
Je prends mon baise en ville, je me tire delta ville, Avec mon dispatch box, J'ouvre l'attach case et j'oublierais tes 13 ans Dans mon dispatch box, J
the top they are telling you stillJe prends mon baise en ville, je me tire delta ville, Avec mon dispatch box, J'ouvre l'attach case et j'oublierais tes 13 ans Dans mon dispatch box, J
But first you must smile as you kill
But if you want to be like the folks on the hill
A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Just follow me