Letras:
Billy Idol Rebel Yell

: I'm all out of hope One more bad dream could bring a fall When I'm far from home Don't call me on the phone To tell me you're alone It's easy to deceive

above" In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more" With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more" In the midniight hour babe- "more, more, more" With a rebel yell

: There's a change in pace Of fantasy and taste Do you like good music? Do you like to dance? Oh yeah. Hangin' out for a body shop at night Ain't it

: Show my dear friends It's to put your hands I ought to start this here Rain for a day glow But when you wants to boy so And I wake up in the USA Oh

I'm all out of hope One more bad break could bring a fall When I'm far from home Don't call me on the phone To tell me you're alone It's easy to deceive

because" In the midnight hour, she cried more, more, more With a rebel yell, she cried more, more, more In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more With a rebel yell

Flesh, flesh, flesh for fantasy We want Flesh, flesh for fantasy We want Flesh, flesh for fantasy You cry Flesh, flesh for fantasy Face to face And back

Hearts which beat to a precise beat Fading shadows on the wall We'll cut our cards, drive out bars All for one, one for all Like a teenage heat and carnival

Motorbikin', motorbikin', motorbikin', motorcycling Movin' on the queens' highway Lookin' like a streak of lightnin' If you gotta go, go, gotta go motorbike