Still the band played on And the band played on The room was getting hotter And someone hit the light There was power in the darkness There was violence in the night And
And the band played on And the band played on And the band played on And the band played on Played on, played on Played on, played on Played on, played on
the band played on And the band played on The room was getting hotter And someone hit the light There was power in the darkness There was violence in the night And
Tradução: Simple Minds. Y la banda siguió tocando.
controlled by the sucker move Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway An now he wanna play what he wanna play An got say on what is bumpin
all, let me hear ya, uh (Free the slave) Everybody got a little slave in 'em 2night, say it (Free the slave) Come on band, come on band, all y'all say
record but nowhere to play it There was something on her mind But she just couldn't say it I said, oh what on earth do you mean Then the band started playing
down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control, Got to lose control and then you take control, Then you're rolled down on your back and you
Play it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone So I could fetch it, fetch it Me and Petey Pablo make you follow Put the gun in his mouth, make
then us thugs had to depend on what drug was crackin Because it wasn't no black-owned businesses (whoa) Tack on who didn't wanna act as gentlemen (whoa) Act on
to label this rap/rock, which is two poets in a rock band. If I could travel back in time and carry out one simple plan, I would transform into your shotgun and
with two rings and a band And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his hand And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his wife
alive And it feels you?re made to change My whole life And i know you will be there There for me to make me stare And it will be always and Forever in
controlled by the sucker move Who moved away got away after plannin' a getaway An' now he wanna play what he wanna play An' got say on what is bumpin
rings and a band And he stared at it sitting in the palm of his hand And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the
to ride the wagon Of a band of rappers who like braggin About the girls they had and cold taxed Then put the story on wax First it was cool, Kid and I
