Advice for the young at heartSoon we will be olderWhen we gonna make it work ? Too many people living in a secret worldWhile they play mothers and fathersWe play little boys and girlsWhen we gonna make it work ?I could be happyI could be quite naiveIt’s only me and my shadowsHappy in our make […]
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Asking Too Much
I want somebody who sees the pointlessnessand still keeps their purpose in mindI want somebody who has a tortured soulsome of the timeI want somebody who will either put out for meor put me out of miseryor maybe just put it all to wordsand make me say, you knowI never heard it put that waymake […]
Could You Be Loved
Could you be loved and be loved?Could you be loved and be loved? Don’t let them fool ya,Or even try to school ya! Oh, no!We’ve got a mind of our own,So go to hell if what you’re thinking is not right!Love would never leave us alone,A-yin the darkness there must come out to light. Could […]
Cry Me A River
now you say you’re lonelyyou cried the whole night throughwell, you can cry me a rivercry me a riveri cried a river over you now you say you’re sorryfor being so untruewell, you can cry me a rivercry me a riveri cried a river over you you drove menearly drove me out off my headwhile […]
I Will Make U Cry
Chuva! Chuvinhao! Venho, venho, venho ca, rapaz!Chuva! Chuvinhao! Venho, venho ca, rapaz!This is not political it’s just that I demand attention when I walk into a roomAnd it’s not that I can’t play ball hard it’s just that I don’t want toAnd the more I think about this pressure love I don’t want youAnd I […]
Queen Of Hollywood
She drove a long way through the nightFrom an urban neighborhoodShe left her mother in a fightFor a dream misunderstoodAnd her friends they talk on cornersThey could never comprehend But there was always something differentIn the way she held a stareAnd the pictures that she paintedWere of glamour and of flairAnd her boyfriend though he […]
Altar Of Sacrifice
Waiting the hour destined to dieHere on the table of hellA figure in white unknown by manApproaching the altar of deathHigh priest awaiting dagger in handSpilling the pure virgin bloodSatan’s slaughter, ceremonial deathAnswer his every command Death will come easy just close your eyes –Dream of the friends you’ll seeHeavenly failure losing againMove on to […]
Another One Bites The Dust
Steve walks warily down the streetWith his brim pulled way down low Ain’t no sound but the sound of his feetMachine guns ready to go Are you ready hey, are you ready for this? Are you hanging on the edge of your seat? Out of the doorway the bullets ripTo the sound of the beat, […]