Letras:
The Miracles Going To A Go Go

a go go Goin' to a go go, baby come on now Goin' to a go go, oh come on baby Goin' to a go go, oh come on now Goin' to a go go

That ain't what's going on Journalism's dead and gone Frail grasp on the big picture Light fading and the fog is getting thicker It's a frail grasp

the next to rise up spread the message, spread the word? somebody's got the answer someone will found a way who'll make it comeback record who's going

down and it'll work ya self at time don't be a slave by these choices in life Everybody wants that miracle just so far from where I go and if its meant

tune. Recognize here comes your doom. There's no room for the wack. They be givin' a black eye to the game. But there's more than a thousand ways to get

And it's no good . . . Waiting You've got to go to the city You've got to go to the city, They're going to find you there 'Cause you're beautiful '

in the American dream. I was crazy about him, because he believed in miracles. And Even though he lived inside of life and sold Cadillacs, he always looked like a

the Earth till further notice a stumbling cliched case, crumpled and puffy-faced dead in the stare of a thousand miles All I want, only one, street-level miracle

the D double O D double O style Here we go again because it's been awhile Do me a favor don't touch that dial I rock from Manhattan to the Miracle Mile