Letras:
My American Heart The Days I Ve Died

-b-b-ble. Say your last goodbyes tonight, and I can't forget the times I died, I died, these days, are the days, I died, I died. We are! We are the fabrication

-b-b-ble. Say your last goodbyes tonight, and I can't forget the times I died, I died, these days, are the days, I died, I died. We are! We are the fabrication

Ain't got no halo, no wings to fly away I've got to labor, for many many days I'm on a journey, I'm looking for a place To rest by burdens, far from this

'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and

enough.. The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling I've felt for far too long... The feeling I'm feeling is a feeling I've fought for far too long.

Road: Teresa Brayton My feet are here on Broadway This blessed harvest morn, But oh! the ache thatA?s in my heart For the spot where I was born. My

all immigration. Who'd pull the pint at the local pub? Where'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were

wiped his eyes Then he told me I've seen so much in my life I've never questioned, this time the good Lord took me by surprise Yesterday my Betty died

days of television) "From Sun Recording artist, Elvis Presley" - STEVE ALLEN (introducing Elvis on his variety show) "I d like to thank all, all the wonderful folks, and I