And the men who hold high places Must be the ones to start To mould a new reality Closer to the Heart The Blacksmith and the Artist Reflect it
difference To what you're going through But I see the tip of the iceberg -- And I worry about you... Cruising under your radar Watching from satellites Take a
Tough times demand tough talk demand tough hearts demand tough songs demand -- We can rise and fall like empires Flow in and out like the tide
Consumed in a single desire In the grip of a nameless possession -- A slave to the drive of obsession -- A spirit with a vision is a dream with a
Imagine a time when it all began In the dying days of a war A weapon -- that would settle the score Whoever found it first would be sure to do their
up the beat You can forget about the heat More than just survival More than just a flash More than just a dotted line More than just a dash It's a
my thoughts And carry them away Mysteries of night escape the light of day Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights Primitive things stir The hearts of everyone We sometimes catch a window A
away Shouting guards and smoking guns Will cut down the unlucky ones I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed A wound that will not heal -- a
soothe The restless dreams of youth Drawn like moths we drift into the city The timeless old attraction Cruising for the action Lit up like a firefly
a cruise Big money leave a mighty wake Big money leave a bruise Big money make a million dreams Big money spin big deals Big money make a mighty
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I turn my back to the wind To catch my breath, Before I start off again. Driven on without a moment to spend To pass an evening with a drink and a
We shake our heads at the tragedy Every day we're standing in a time capsule Racing down a river from the past Every day we're standing in a wind tunnel
us Must rise and save us from ourselves. Quick to judge, Quick to anger, Slow to understand Ignorance and prejudice And fear Walk hand in hand
a lap of the lux His' and her's flying spurs automatical rush I'm charming, go charm I'm on a chain Don't hate me hate the game I can wave my hand and
crew was fly I drop a hot one in your forehead, neck and mouth Don't give a fuck about your set or the pants you sag Then rush a hospital and bank
break him off something Rushed down the steps, hands up, sound dumb Shaking like a bitch is how we found him Showed him the Machete, he stepped back from
He seen a thousand faces come and go But he?s still here, nobody steels his show With a bottle a gin and a Martin guitar Man, the world's never seen a