Breakaway Breakaway We gotta breakaway Modern people Want to live in a modern life Though they trick and take Rip and rape Destroy the things
in the heart, that we found each other in the dark. My peace, out in the wilderness, we are fighting to survive and convalesce Chorus: We're gonna live
don't understand Sits in front of the tv, buries her nose in the pad And just colours until the crayon get dull in her hand While she just colours her
sixties Visions in acid showed the way, we smiled at one another Colours of the rainbow filled my head, and I loved a beautiful princess We lived for
up the fight. The exiles fled to the sorrowful forest, Foloowed by the king's men. Deirdre was hidden but they needed rest, They could not fight again
smile, seems kinda condescending Don't try the patience of an impatient man If you can't fight, don't fight a man that can I see every colour and colours
(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster-Throckman) I've thinking of far out places, trying to find a cool oasis, get away from living in the streets, where dirty money
nights we shared We got bass for the body Chemicals for the head Every day lives Were like a skin we shed Well you could try to fight the feeling But
knows what is wrong The black man say it' s the white man The white man say it' s the black man Indians say it' s the coloureds Coloureds say it' s everyone
Hate, justice and rage, fight for your rights, fight for your life [#PRE CHORUS] [The Sphere:] High battlecries, among these mountains, fight for your rigths, fight
'installe (His power the power of the dark side becomes firmly established) Non ne resiste pas ne lutte pas (No don't resist don't fight) Ne te detourne
afternoon game will be on the set Sunday breakfast and an hour at church, I think I'll have a beer with the boys at lunch Colourful shirts and colourful
't close your eyes, take a stand, fight the force and all their lives! Chorus: Fight the force, yeah, you gotta fight the force, fight the force! No matter colour
Antonini e Roberto Potenti] [Testi: Giovanni De Giorgi] Once upon a time in a distant, peaceful valley there was a village in which people lived in
give? Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live? You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean? Is the weekly fight
't there nothing better to give? Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live? You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean? Is the weekly fight
can we fight the diseases of the poor When colour of a nation is reasoning for war Men force your surrender, then ask you to believe With the lives of
: CLIVE MITTEN DRUMS AND PERCUSSION : BRIAN DEVOIL GUITAR : ANDY REVELL KEYBOARDS : RICK BATTERSBY VOCALS : GEOFF MANN WRITTEN BY : ANDY, BRIAN, CLIVE, RICK AND GEOFF ORIGINALLY RELEASED ON : 'LIVE AND LET LIVE
