Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hardup for cash They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash To an undercover cop who had a sister named Jan For
We go outside in the sun For the last hours of the day For the best hours of the day Our heads are sore from the day We've had or the night before But
She wants time time to show more than anything else she wants to know it takes time and time's out, time's out of the way she wants a place where she
(The Traveling Wilburys) Tweeter and the Monkey Man were hard up for cash They stayed up all night selling cocaine and hash To an undercover cop who
Translation: David Bowie. Gospel According To Tony Day [mono Version].
Realizzando di essere uno spregevole personaggio Si tende a spararsi in bocca ma non se ne ha il coraggio Vivendo da anni di scarti e di storie che racconta
Destiny In a den of fifteen thieves Between me and my guilt I grew my pride I had a mind the head will crush A plume on me the head will crush I can
