Heads Are Rolling
City Boy lyrics
City Boy lyrics
"Up In The Eighties Lyrics"
Golden Path Lyrics
As I walked along The supposed golden path I was confronted By a mysterious specter he pointed to the graveyard
Too hot but not too hot to care
I'm sitting pretty by my Frigidaire
And it's good to breathe the midnight air
One more mosquito bite before we get (before we get)
To bed
I'm on the payroll but I'm off the street
You can't disturb a fool's reality
When there's a place i n town
serve you or me
We'd have to sit outside and drink all night to rescue
the economy
Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe
Up in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone
Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all
Must be the weather
I got no more use for the radio
The whole world ended just an hour ago
And there's a lot of people waking up with egg in their
eyes
We'll charge the refugees a grand apiece to camp out in
our paradise
Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe
Up in the Eighties, and i
Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all
Must be the weather
(Up) in the Eighties, where it's harder to breathe
in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone
close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all
In the Eighties, (Must there be no air to breathe!)
As I walked along The supposed golden path I was confronted By a mysterious specter he pointed to the graveyard
Too hot but not too hot to care
I'm sitting pretty by my Frigidaire
And it's good to breathe the midnight air
One more mosquito bite before we get (before we get)
To bed
I'm on the payroll but I'm off the street
You can't disturb a fool's reality
When there's a place i n town
Belle Sebastian Lyrics
I left the school I left my job You saw me looking like a slob When I was young you were the only fun in town Everyone thoug
where they don't even I left the school I left my job You saw me looking like a slob When I was young you were the only fun in town Everyone thoug
serve you or me
We'd have to sit outside and drink all night to rescue
the economy
Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe
Up in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone
Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all
Must be the weather
I got no more use for the radio
The whole world ended just an hour ago
And there's a lot of people waking up with egg in their
eyes
We'll charge the refugees a grand apiece to camp out in
our paradise
Up in the Eighties, where it's hard to breathe
Up in the Eighties, and i
Den Svarta Gudomligheten Lyrics
I rode to see the twilight to welcome the dark Awaiting the sky to reflect the colour of my inner The night is breeding harmony of evil Confirms the existence o
t's harder to leave you alone I rode to see the twilight to welcome the dark Awaiting the sky to reflect the colour of my inner The night is breeding harmony of evil Confirms the existence o
Too close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all
Must be the weather
(Up) in the Eighties, where it's harder to breathe
in the Eighties, and it's harder to leave you alone
close to Heaven to believe I'm here at all
In the Eighties, (Must there be no air to breathe!)