GO! Go! What be goin on over here? Coming through top speed you better stand clear OO! you better beware or step somewhere We 'bout to blast outta here
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I wanna ride on the rhythm And groove to that nasty funky beat And when it pumps I go crazy I'm gonna make you get on up and move your feet 'Cause when
Time has changed, what's goin' wrong? We can only regress as time marches on, down with the system, enough of the lies You can only realize if you open
just a kiss....Uh...Ummm.. Day of the sunflowers, we march on, day of the sunflowers... We march on (x5) Open like a flower! We march on (3) Just
the game And march on down the line Aha, let's play the game A new day, a new way I'm coming out this time A new name, let's play the game And march
of youth You must aim above the stars To make it further than you are [Chorus] March on metal warrior March to battle To battle with all your might March
[ Kitty Wells ] You left your mark on me beggin' on my heart to stay Time by no one will erase it away In public I wear a smile hold my head up high inside
There's a suit on my frame like a shadow of birds Stitched all together by a murmur of words That hang like a moon in the thread of the air And speak
Once upon the Seas of Abyssinia A cultured man with rings Within his ear-lobes Locked the door From which the sun arose A man at noon With shadows
C..................am............... I was dragged here from my old place F.......................g............... Turned from my old gang given a new
Truck on Truck on Truck on Truck on Tyke Oh Tyke baby You're a slender living lady You're dynamite You're a jeep mouth dancer You're a right on dancer
You know last night about nine 'o' clock [Incomprehensible] He chewed his tobacco and he jumped in bed He looked down at me and this is what he said Time
Time to light the fires and spill the waste (It'll be okay) Drain the oceans, who needs them, anyway? (Not me) Pick the region, then pick the fight (
Body's not secure The truth will not absorb And this crumbling apart Is no good for you at all Sound, there's order in the sound The sound that you don
Ah, She's an eight ball, She's a'rollin faster than a white wall, She's got an avalanche packed into a snowball, She's a losin all the links, She's like
Saint Joe, he said he's never been Dressed up like a woman Saint Joe, they said your dad was gay They said your mom, she's a whore They said it 'til you
we ever really know? The end, it's bound to happen But in the meantime It's on with the show On with the show March on March on March on