Please lang wag kang magulat Kung bigla akong magkalat Mula pa nung pagkabata Mistula ng tanga Sa'n - sa'n nadadapa Sa'n - sa'n bumababangga Ang puso
puso kong di mapalagay pwede ba kitang tabihan kahit na may iba ka nang kasama ito na ang gabing di malilimutan dahan-dahan tayong nagtinginan
Alam mo bang kanina pa ako magdamag nang nakatingin sa 'yo 'Di mo lang alam, sa gitna ng kadilimang 'di mapakali, ako?y nabighani REFRAIN 'Di mo lang
Naaalala ko pa rin Nakaraang makulay Mga tulay nating tinawid Sa dami nang ating pinagdaanan Malungkot, masaya, mahirap, maginhawa ?Di tayo nagbabago
Batang-bata ka lang at akala mo na na alam mo na ang lahat na kailangan mong malaman Buhay ay di ganyan Tanggapin mo na lang ang katotohanan na ikaw ay
Music & Lyrics by Martin Sexton I've been stemmin' for change and singing in these streets now Long as I care to recall The dank little lounge room
( live peel session 2000 ) If I leave here tomorrow Will you still remember me ? Cause I'm as free as a bird now And this, boy, you'll never change
I've been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours for what? Oh, tell me what I got I've got this feeling That time's just holding me down I'
How many times did you tell me to leave? How many times did you leave me to freeze? You live a dramatization Your education seems to only come from TV
It ain't about a heart you find It's about the one you sight It's about the love you hide It's waitin' to be let outside And it ain't about losing your
Oh, Friend, You've been on my mind lately I've seen how you've been getting by I can tell there's something different You can see the hurt deep in your
Who am I? Slumber's spiritual drifter wonder toward the sewer My life; bounty in the alley-cat's fevered jaws Laid my body on a hollow altar A spectacle
Wanna see you in my rearview mirror Out on the freeway freeway Nobody said it would be easy Freeway freeway Take me back to I can't change the time and
Everybody wants to live, like they wanna live and Everybody wants to love, like they wanna love and Everybody wants to be Closer to Free Everybody wants
Been working so hard I'm punching my card Eight hours, for what? Oh, tell me what I got I've down this feeling That time's just holdin' me down I'll
Let's take a little trip down where we used to go It's way beyond the strip, a place they call your soul We'll sit down for a while and let the evening
Ladies and gentlemen, homosexuals, lesbians and transvestites I am your platter spinnin' poppa, your woofer whopper Your G-mosave from the mohave Sellin
Empty house, Empty Rooms, Empty bottle of Petron I need to go out but not around here there ain't nowhere we haven't gone there's this travel agent that