Mama, where's your little daughter? She's here, right here on the altar You should never have opened that door Now you're never gonna see her no more
I had to cross the line to leave you behind With a hopes to find some peace of mind Now I'm looking for your voice Through the chitter chatter that doesn
If I retreat, words, wars and symphonies Make room we're takin' over here You're the galantine, cold and alone, it suits you well Won't find me perching
I hear thunder but there's no rain This kind of thunder breaks walls and window pane I hear thunder but there's no rain This kind of thunder T-t-thunder
When the thunder calls you From a mountain high It's time to spread your wings and fly When the thunder calls you Under purple sun To the place where
a tossed feeling that usher had
All of these words on paper All of these thoughts in my head The times I feel out of favor The fear that sleeps in my bed All of these stones in my pocket
Yeah yeah I had a six pack of beer in the bushes The weekend I turned 18 I snuck out the back while my mom and dad Watched Johnny Carson on TV Well I
Yeah girl, now won't you come on out tonight Little girl, now where the stars will shine real bright Yeah I gotta get that feeling Yeah I wanna get that
It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing Doo-ah doo-ah doo-ah doo-ah Doo-ah doo-ah doo-ah doo-ah doo-ah It don't mean a thing if it ain't got
Watch them speak in thunderclaps No one more or much as Jack And it's a knock 'em dead show Pipes and joints, greased hinge and bone One more for the
I'm gonna take my baby on a little joy ride Well, she'll be ghost-white pale sittin' by my side Yeah, I'll shakin' like a leaf and it ain't no wonder
Es que yo traigo una pena Que se la quiero contar Es que van varias semanas Y ella nada de na' No se muy bien que le pasa No quiero ni preguntar Antes
I've got that feeling, it's her, oh yeah I've got that feeling, it's her, oh yeah, ah ah Let me tell you 'bout a girl I know I love her, I love her When
Service and devotion, I motion to continue With the style I bring you-the style I bring you In the Hotel California and they're turning down the beds
A careful man I want to be a little youngster follows me I do not dare to go astray in fear he might go that same way I cannot once escape his eyes and
Yeah, my baby left me this morning And I don't care now I don't care what the people say Yeah, my baby left me this morning And I don't care now I don
Let's kill all the cops and throw 'em in bags Set it on fire on a pile of rags Time for a little anarchy on the streets Doesn't really matter if we
