Let It Roll
She Mine
Get Out The Door
She Builds Quick Machines
The Last Fight
Pills, Demons & Etc.
American Man
Mary Mary
Just Sixteen
Can't Get It Out Of My Head
For A Brother
Spay
Gravedancer |
| » She Builds Quick Machines « |
Hold fast, motor off
Come strong, let it roll.
Ice cold desert stone
She build a quick train
Seems to keep the motor clean.
So this is kind of weapon sheen
She's always quick to find
And breaking through tonight
I could feel the way they push straight down
I could feel the way they stood them ground.
Roll over, right
Keep it through the night, right, right
Keep it through the night
Right in my sight, keep it through the night
I'll smash right through your spotlight
She ran away to Texas
To keep away the access
Oh, ripped and beggin', stroke back Texas
She burnt through the heritage
Desert 'cross America,
And they all look sexual so far from home
I could feel the way they push straight down
I could feel the way they stood them ground.
Roll over, right
Keep it through the night, right, right
Keep it through the night
Right in my sight, keep it through the night
I'll smash right through your spotlight
What you give, is what you take.
What you bleed, is what you break
I feel for you
I'd steal for for you
I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take, I'd take
(guitar solo)
I could feel the way they push straight down
I could feel the way they stood them ground.
Roll over, right
Keep it through the night, right, right
Keep it through the night
Right in my sight, keep it through the night
I'll smash right through your spotlight |
| » Can't Get It Out Of My Head « |
Midnight on the water.
I saw the oceans daughter.
Walking on a waves chicane,
Staring as she called my name.
And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head.
Breakdown on the shoreline,
Cant move, its an ebbtide.
Morning dont get here till night,
Searching for her silver light.
And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no.
Bank job in the city.
Robin hood and william tell and ivanhoe and lancelot, they dont envy me.
Sitting till the sun goes down,
In dreams the world keep going round and round.
And I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no.
No, I cant get it out of my head,
No, I cant get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
cos I cant get it out of my head, no no no no. |
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