coming out the speakers And were winding up straight in your sneakers And I'm dancing like every song who spends his bizzle Like all my dance heroes
slow and i see the visions of slaughter awake in a cold sweat haunted by the things he saw the silhouettes dancing on the bedroom paperwall hell and
's lost (chorus) Finding out the truth about you was Finding the moon is made of dust Stars are just confetti and heroes always fall From the bedroom
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock And whatcha gonna do when
? [Jay's anti-skat diatribe] girls in the kitchen girls in my pantry girls all around me but none of them none of them talk to me girls in my bedroom
She opens up my bedroom door she's waking me up soon "i'm turning on the light" she warns it's the little things that you do she's the one that start
coming out the speakers and rewinding up, straight in your sneakers and I'm dancing like every song who spends his bizzle like all my dance heros would
(The Clash) The towers of London, these crumbling rocks Reality estates that the hero's got And every hour's maked by the chime of a clock And whatcha
free souls, you fight for life chasers Street climbers, porch swingers, air guitar players Here's to you fearless dancers, shaking walls in your bedrooms
love of a woman And his children So after he's gone That old workin' class hero lives on Yes, that workin' class hero lives on That workin' class hero
wildlife for miles, and miles Hold my breath and count a hundred and ten And back up the hill to start again Watching spiders on the bedroom ceiling
Richard Divine made up his mind to take the last few steps to the bathroom door from his bedroom floor and to lock himself in. Steady young hands, meticulous
, I don't know why Straight up insanity Damn, if it ain't a family I hope they come home soon Cuz I'm waiting in the bedroom I'm gone and I ditched the
I could just piece together ransom I would buy back the youth that clung tight to your temples. It was chased from his bedroom It chased from his candles
she has faces up in her bedroom and they gaze down on her guarding her slumber a black bead rosary under her pillow and when it thunders she clutches
play tar you play jane While we soarin through the trees You got an emergency you can call on me Hero, ya hero, ya hero, baby I can be your hero, ya hero, ya hero