a Sunday that makes a body feel alone And there's nothin' sure to dying that's half as lonesome as the sound Of the sleepin' city sidewalk and Sunday morning coming down [ guitar
shaking To the sweet sweet sound of rock and roll The bell rang I opened the door It was the whole damn gang I nearly fell right on the floor Chorus Guitar
You silly old man In your misguided trousers With your mascara and your Fender guitar And you think you can arouse us? But the song that you just sang It sounds
Mersey beat sound Of crude little sketches of guitars Everybody sing loud and shout Dreamy haze pop stars The boys came about that Mersey beat sound Of crude little sketches of guitars
J) When I fight with the Mrs. There's no place to hide So my Christmas wishes a brand new double wide (All) Sleigh bells, sleigh bells such a joyest sound
yeah, hit it Breakin? out, I?m on a mission I've been caught between Heaven and Hell My guitar is my ammunition Raise the flag, sound the mission bell
prey [Tobias Sammet (Edguy) - lead vocals & bass Jorn Lande (Masterplan) - lead vocals Michael Kiske (Helloween) - additional vocals Sascha Paeth (Heavens Gate)- lead guitar & rhythm guitar Henjo Richter (Gamma Ray) - additional lead guitar
whimpering dog in his cold kennel Leave the dead starlet on her pedestal Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today Just leave the sad guitar
. Leave whimpering dog in his cold kennel. Leave the dead starlit on her pedestal. Leave the acid kids in their green fishbowls today. Leave the sad guitar
dyed sky Hippies dance and babies cry Church bells ring as a silver-haired angel look down And the blood of his music runs through the veins of our guitars
She was born in a place called Blue Valley At the foot of the Tennessee hills With the blue birds and blue bells And blue mountain water And the sound
Well northern Georgia Highway Fourty One Beside the carpet mills and the gas stations There was a music store slash radio shack With the sound of dreamers
wee oh oh, ooh la la Let's rock and roll. Now all the poeple gathered 'round Just to dig that rockin' rollin' sound. Suddenly the drummer rang a bell
Belle of the Boulevard Please hold on, it's alright Please hold on, it's alright Please hold on Down in a local bar Out on the boulevard The sound of an old guitar
'm the type of guy to bust your eye, you lose your whiteness You comin butt when you wish upon a star but I could never be butt, so yo, bust the guitar! [guitar
{Refrain:} When, petite s?ur, We'll just have to remember. I'll be down, No more, the old dancing music sound. All day long in my gown, When I will be
trait sur ma vie de sous-smicard Comme tous j'ai traine du sound au podium Ricard En ce temps les groupes avec nous etaient du style guitare J'ai pas