Doubting Thomas parks his car in his Sunday best Taps his wallet, straightens tie, lights a cigarette Pilgrim's progress, no journey's end Which way Michael
dannavo. Amore mio, pieta?, dammi le ali. Amore mio, pieta?, voglio le ali. Amore mio, pieta?, dammi le ali. Dammi le ali. Amore mio, pieta
Translation: Karel Kryl. Pieta.
Translation: Wire. Pieta.
something A trace so faint, a chisel's scar Carved piece by piece who you are His head held high, but deep inside I know you're hiding something Pieta
Done anybody wrong I done anybody wrong Have mercy on me If I did anybody wrong, oh Have mercy on me
The streets of pleasure took you to top But every light was red and every sign said stop I felt so confined, just like glued to this spot, oh 'Cause we
Since the start of the 17th century There's been the scent of unseasoned wood Burning in the air And the conquest of nature meant nothing at all While
We've taken all you've given Yet it's gettin' hard to make a livin' Mr. President have pity on the working man We ain't asking you to love us You may
I was on top of the world When I met a pretty girl And she was very cruel And kept beneath her shoe That that's neat My so not sing Was a no longer human
Bigwigs [M/L: Jevo] We are members of a private brotherhood. We control the guild of rock n'roll Radiostations, mags and record companies Managers and
You're sweet as a honey bee, but like a honey bee stings, You've gone and left my heart in pain. All you love was a favorite song The one we danced to
Well gather around girls, and take a look at me, 'Cause I got something that you gotta see CHORUS You can call me for whatever you need, I was a part
