PETERWhat's the buzz? Tell me what's happening. PETER and APOSTLESWhat's the buzz? Tell me what's a-happening. Hang on, Lord, We're going to fight for
Oh, what a parish, a terrible parish; Oh, what a parish is that o' Dunkeld. They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor, Dang doun the steeple
O, what a parish, a terrible parish, O, what a parish is that o' Dunkel', They hangit their minister, droon'd their precentor Dang doun the steeple, and
In the year of our Lord Call it 1994 A fine vintage of mimicry There are those that take their sound From someone else's Toil Liking to parrots you see
Papers in the morning Bowler hat on head Walking to the bus stop He's longing for his bed Waiting with his neighbors In the rush hour queue Got to get
To ojechorom dashi guribsumnida bogo shiphun mam juljido anunji jakkuman gudega to orumnida Hearyo bolsurog do nunmulnamnida humchyone bwado hurunun
Texas can you hear me? Speed up on the dawn To the pains and blues of Houston In the sun Where home is a bus In the parish of space-dust Where the mountains
First I cum... then I go!!!
Long live the powers now, that bring down the rays, Never let your days go for free. You've got nerves swerving everywhere, whatcha' gonna do? The ocean
Lass doch mal Dampf ab Und geh mit deinem Schatz Am nA¤chsten Samstag Auf den FuA?ballplatz Es muss ja nicht die Bundesliga sein Ein Prima-Club ist
People are in confusion, oh yeah The world is full of fear, can't you feel it? I see conflict all around us Can anybody out there hear? Hear the people
I feel like I'm lost and there's no going back To the place where I know I belong I?ve changed through the years like we all knew we would And now wonder
estar dormido Son de esas palabras q me cuestan mucho hacer sin ti Donde estoy no cabe mas Q un hecho desesperadamente Estoy Pideme amor y pidemelo fuerte Pidelo Paro
Ich stand auf der Straße und ich war allein. Da sah ich dich, ich wollte bei dir sein! Doch du gingst vorüber und ich hatte kein Gluck. Und
I'm leaving you a message I'm leaving you a trace I'm leaving thoughts for you I hope that time will not erase And when the moment comes To read the words
It's been a year some change And I've been hearin' some things That there's some motherfuckers tryin' to be me But ain't none of these motherfuckers tryin
I'm gonna miss your wave Your sin, your smell, your smile, oh In an anxious attempt to let you know Dancing on the roof Of some cartoon showroom But
Wait for me, you're onto something Maybe there's no need to play catch-up, to play catch-up Wait for me, you're onto something Maybe there's no need to