Go back to those gold sounds And keep my advent to your self Because it's nothing I don't like Is it a crisis or a boring change? When it's central,
nose in the air looking all stopped up This is the anti-hista-green for the broke pop slut You wanna impress me? Start manning up Say something that sound
tumbling across the trestles and it sounded like the ghost of Gene Krupa with an overhead cam and glasspacks and the whispering brushes of wet radials on a wet pavement
and pride MOTION ISN'T MEANING: What a beautiful way to fake it This sort of graceful defeat We found a pattern out on the pavement Sound the siren out
To the rhythym of the boogie to be [x2] There it go like simple the plainness The prominent bassness Zulu arrangement rockin' amazement Fly gold, radiating from heaven to pavement
books, while you worried about your looks Now you wanna enter the dragon in sound But I've got the live club show locked down Platinum and gold don'
the sound of it is something quite atrocious Orlando: ... I know... If you say it loud enough you'll always sound precocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
(Gold/Lloyd/Echolette) She sits by the window Stares into the night Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside Far beyond the atmospheres, she is
sandscript I wanna man by every exit so they can't split Rush the crib, all we see is candles lit Yo they got gold cows, gold owls on some chain shit
a main event, some old lady limps The pushers and pimps eat shrimps It gets tiring, the sight of a gun firing They must desire for the sound of a siren
and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement. MARTIANS: Ulla! JOURNALIST: I stopped, staring towards the sound
of pink Purple and blue outside la molina The pavement reflecting the neon Lights this torero in his arena He looks down at his clothes Imagining those Worn of sequin, gold
themselves to wine and food And outside a jewelers some gold chains And a watch were scattered on the pavement Ulla I stopped, staring towards the sound
to wine and food, and outside a jewellers some gold chains and a watch were scattered on the pavement. Ulla! I stopped, staring toward to sound. It
walked down the streets pavement Was black beneath their feet I have been having a little trouble with these black glass lungs And dealing in the man with the gold
(You should call him) Maybe I should What you thinkin' about? (The Lion) Caddies Sittin' on triple gold daytons Sun shining on 'em and they sparkle up the pavement
