Tyranny option our son, everyone seems to know who?s won. can?t be beat if nice has none. who?ll feel the need?
got a fire in my soul. Where there used to be a hole. Like a blow torch burnin' bright. Don't know where I'm gonna dock it. But I'm feeling like a rocket
If there?s no music in these words we say If there?s no rhythm when you walk away Wind up the victrola and drop the needle in Come sit beside me and
