[Foreign content] Funny how time flies When you're having fun Funny how time flies When you're having fun I don't know where it all went Time passed
(KIM bursts into the ENGINEER's shack, carrying TAM) [KIM] Engineer! Thuy is dead! He was going to kill my baby and I shot [ENGINEER] You did what?
Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though You freak niggaz played out, get fucked an' ate out
Zoo time is she and you time The mammals are your favourire type, and you want her tonight Heartbeat, increasing heartbeat You hear the thunder of stampeding
People like us So much in love People who just Trust one another Ooh, what a dump Now it's a palace Where a Dixie cup Becomes a chalice For people like
You traded riches To run to my rescue Oh, my redeemer You take the pieces And turn them to praises Oh, my Redeemer Oh, my Redeemer Love, I cannot deny
How deep the Father's love for us How vast beyond all measure That He should give His only Son To make a wretch His treasure How great the pain of searing
Never got the memo, never got on board Couldn't get lost 'cause I never explored Never took a swing, never held the ring Never drew a straw, never knew
And if I sing out in the dark of night Or praise You in the light of dawn Hear my song and lift me on Your wings And if I worship You in solitude Or
We have raised our hopes and our cities high We have followed fragile dreams But only one could take the measure of our goals And we've stumbled over
Savior I come Quiet my soul remember Redemption's hill Where Your blood was spilled for my ransom Everything I once held dear I count it all as loss
I bought a product they should not have sold I called the helpline, they put me on hold I've been waiting for an hour Now my phone's losing power and
Lay my body down on Mercy Street Or deep beneath the darkest seas Lay my body six feet under down in Old Noarlunga Right beneath the ghost gum trees
RSL 1984 Some kissed the girls, I kissed the floor The Bover boys with their boots shiny red Three dollar champagne stirring my head We rolled out the
It's been a long, long fall with nothing to intervene When gravity does its thing we start wondering what it's for Stuck in a cold, dark basement you'
Rewind the clock We were riding a wave of Oz rock We were b-b-barely of age to take charge Or pack our guitars for the long flight, she'll be right No
This is not the warm up round, this is not a trial heat It can't be repeated when your time is gone This is not an infinite resource or the prelude to
One fine day as I was a-walkin' down the street Spied a beggar man with rags upon his feet Took a penny from my pocket In his tin cup I did drop it I