Lyrics:
Guitar And Violin

Possessions never meant anything to me I'm not crazy We'll that's not true, I've got a bed and a guitar And a dog named Dog who pisses on my floor That

of the air And move the rolling sky. Our fiddler, he just loves to play And that's why he plays so good. And now he plays a violin Made out of solid

percussion Turn it upside down Love to hear percussion Love to hear it Blow horns, you sure sound pretty Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty When you hear the scratch of guitars

crowd With open boots, violin, banjo and a voice The exiled busker's are happy with their choice And they play and they play and they play To every

There were no violins, there were no soft guitars Hot summer love under the city stars I was Mr. Dynamite and you were my only girl We held each other

guitar Played like a slow jam in the dark Gotta find the groove You know what to do to get to me I wanna be played like a violin Make the string talk

prettiest one of all Mirror mirror humor me Do they see what I see Gordon gano: vocal, guitar, violin, baglama Brian ritchie: upright bass, reed organ Guy hoffman: drums, percussion, vocal Recorded and

enough plastic and the found for substance I prophecy they gon' call on the attack Must I see there and keeping this a back Each can play guitar, cause

Mercury, Mike Moran and David Richards All songs composed by Freddie Mercury and Mike Moran except lyrics on 'Ensue¤o' by Montserrat Caball and lyrics on 'The Fallen Priest' and