Take a walk down memory lane with me Past a watermelon stand on the way Thinking I had everything we'd need on Martha's Foolish Ginger You were late,
(Soldiers of the night) (Lyrics: G.Thorpe, G.St-Pierre, M.Tate // Music: G.Thorpe) March or die If you defy it We'll come smashing through Marching into
Initiate radar Your eyes say it all, all They're fixed upon an object of desire You can't control, no But gravity compels you to ignite and explode,
Earth to your brain Yo, yo, yo, yo Yo, yo, Houston, I think we have a problem Yo, I think we have a problem, yo Yo, yo, we have a problem Yo, yo, yo,
I'm living on an endless road Around the world for rock and roll Sometimes it feels so tough But I still ain't had enough I keep saying that it's getting
Thou who wouldst make us devils, thou shalt not poison me The world hath been persuaded to believe thy heresy I spit in the eye of Satan and I will spit
standing in a starbucks line, he was sipping lemonade he didn't give a damn about all the people or what they said I ordered my coffee, strong and black
M. Redbone/ A. Whitby stayed in bed i'm not a sleepyhead i've been accused of dreaming in neverland what you don't know i guess you'll never know that
I was born with the voice of a riot, a storm Lightening the function, the form Far from the norm, I won't follow like cattle I'm more like the catalyst
I lit out from your back door Kicked an old can fifty miles or more Written right there on the side of the can There's a little bird of heaven right here
left with spring alone I withdraw from this I lived so differently it wasn't good enough I was with you alone winter was gone things once blurred are
It feels like the end of the world It seems like nobody cares Is it real, am I going insane? Am I ever gonna change my ways? Isolated, separated Sick
A veces pienso que no fue real el eco de un eco nada más. A veces siento esa sensación de clásica historia de ficción. Tal
Algo tienes que te hace especial tu mirada es un sueño que escapó del mar Esa sencillez hace que me vuelva natural tu manera de vivir y
Caminando bajo el sol hay una sola piel. No importa su color. Recuérdalo. La sangre llega igual a cada corazón. Y tienen la misma voz los
Sabes engañar, no cabe duda que, tu profesión, es caradura! (Talking) Da 3 pasos atrás, no puedo respirar, no estoy dispuesta a abrir
El deseo pone libertad en el esplendor de los cuerpos. Tú me besas con sabor a sal, con sabor a sal yo te beso. Lentamente, suavemente. Arena y
Su cuerpo brilla bajo el sol, es del color de tu pasión. Parece fácil de domar pero es igual que un huracán. Volando a más