balance between good and bad. "The Landing" a war of the worldslike accoustic picture of an alien fleet above the earth. no guitars on this one, only
your momma's sleeping let her sleep in late this morning let her sleep 'til the sun is burning down burning down down down Baby baby hold my fingers with your
shouted oh dasher and dancer Vixen and blitzen come on here were gonna get a goin' and spread some cheer So limber your legs and sharpen your hooves Cause tonight is
top of the dub Dig it ... hear me now (Chorus "A") In a time like this Some positive changes got to come your way Some positive changes got to come
from your shattered past For what it's worth Said a nickels just a nickel son Your pleasure becomes your pain It's gonna hurt Your out on the road Your
so good, I don't feel so good Push a button to escape Preacher on the tube crying, "Lord, here's evil In this land, rock 'n' roll music, cast down These
He's alow down dirty son of a gun This is the biscuit's crux, solid rock against the flux Ultra-heavy beat deluxe, KMFDM forever sucks Here's your voice
but wanna shit on my man Terror is here, Terrorist the powerful man I let the land sing the blues with a guitar in her hand... [sung] ...all this time
, "You take your road and I'll take mine" (You take your road and I'll take mine) You take your road and I'll take mine (You take your road and I'll take
going backwards Well if you look the part well then you'll get the job In last year's trousers and your old school shoes The truth is son it's a buyer
of weakness fool you... Ignore these words of dismay, Don't let the chance slip away This is the time to be strong! The chips are down, the hunt is on! (Guitar
a guitar. BOTH. Ring-a them bells Ring-a them be-lls We is gwy-in Don't know where-a All we know is It's up they-a. Somehow we got to Climb
Think of it, I, hold the world in the palm of my hand Run a comb through my hair, head on out for some new foreign land And all this could seem like a
A mountain stream Heather in the breeze You paint the land with grace and speed You paint a dog, a stag, and hawk, a deer This beautiful painting Is
the gray Blue the color of your dress the day I went away Blue the mighty ocean deep keeping us apart Blue the melody I strum on this old guitar I carry
guitar man Native song of a foreign land The boy's homesick, yes he is He's homesick for days bygone Homesick, Lord, for home sweet home, yes he is