Letras:
Disco Drive The Leaving Feet

Power in my hand and I can do nothing I'm gonna bring you something more, some more I'm gonna bring you more, I'm gonna bring you more I want beauty,

into the race you can stop the sequencer you can stop the move five, six, seven, eight get into the groove Yo yo babe Pump it up the noise Leave your parents out Drive

choice at a difficult age Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage? But in the back of my head I heard distant feet Che Guevara and De?bussy to a disco

bit longer We want to play -- just a little bit longer Now the promoter don't mind And the union don't mind If we take a little time And we leave it

eve Check my wardrobe before I leave Pretty young thing hanging on my sleeve Gonna have a good time you best believe Hit the ride and I'm on my way Driving

a choice, at a difficult age Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage? But in the back of my head, I heard distant feet Che Guevara and Debussy to a disco

Bryan Garofalo) Now the seats are all empty Let the roadies take the stage Pack it up and tear it down They're the first to come and last to leave Working

's time to leave and then you look at your plate and your chickens slowly rottin into something that looks like cheese oh so you say that's it i got to leave

choice at a difficult age Would I write a book? Or should I take to the stage? But in the back of my head I heard distant feet Che Guevara and De?bussy to a disco