listen to the song which we sing you mortal fools it is a song of vengeance filled with hate for the fury and flame of hell is burning burning your soul
okay forever in blue jeans Maybe tonight Maybe tonight, by the fire all alone you and I Nothing around but the sound of my heart and your sighs Money talks But it don't sing
take you there In the midnight hour I can feel your power Just like a prayer, you know, I'll take you there I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing
with me on the phone But I'm not gonna mention him *rolls eyes* In my monologue [Spoken:] Hey Joe, I'm doing real well Tonight I'm hosting SNL [Sings:]
learned something I made up my mind when I was a young girl I've been given this one world, I won't worry away, no But now and again, I lose sight of
the wonderful words in my head I've been thinkin' You know I wanna say 'em all just right I lift your veil and angels start singing Such a heavenly sight
a sight to see Me and her traveling, all across the world I can be her man, she can be my girl Turn the radio on, she kissing me through the phone When sing
word We believe you, thousands couldn't We believe each word we've heard I used to be the king, the king of old Broadway My praises they would sing
create the spiral aim, A movement regained and regarded both the same, All complete in the sight of seeds of life with you. Changed only for a sight of
ve heard you singing Dreaming that you know me well Let me tell you far away Looking down on you If you know my spirit Always shall you know me now Singing
source Sent as we sing our music's total retain As we try and consider We receive all we venture to give All we say is our soul constant sight listener
I think of things that we do, all the way, every day Stand in the sea, sing songs for me Sing happily, making me feel good Watchin' your eyes, feelin' your sighs
Verse 1 River, stream, heart of me Deep inside, my mystery Hidden valley let it sing play my love, my God, my king Verse 2 Ocean, Sunset, heart of me
one thousand and one but ah Parking Inspector [won't let you wreck my fun] When I get to my car I am faced with a sight that is strange and it's sad
dignity but passionately we'll be oh finding ways without words to sing and to purr loving without declarations stuttered and slurred elephants blurred nerves resisting urges serve to speak with no sight
about a month later in Europe and everywhere else. Produced by Steve Schram, and recorded at Sing Sing Studios in the bands home town of Melbourne, this
