From Here To Eternity
(Harris)
She fell in love with his greasy machine
She leaned over wiped his head kickstart clean
She'd never seen the beast before
But she left there wanting more, more, more
But when she was walking on down the road
She heard a sound that made her heart explode
He whispered to her to get on the back
"I'll take you on a ride from here to eternity"
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity She must be having one of her crazy dreams
She'd never sat on a piece so mean
It made her feel like she's on cloud nine
She even thought she heard the engine sigh
But like all dreams that come to an end
They took a tumble at the devil's bend
The beast and Charlotte they were two of a kind
They'd always take the line... from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity, yeah
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity
Hell ain't a bad place
Hell is from here to eternity |
| Roll Over Vic Vella
(Berry)
Vic: ...well.
Steve: Oh yeah?
Vic: Went down ten feet, got a JCB from the road 'cause my other one wouldn't reach. Dug it out... after ten or fifteen minutes he went back to the hole to check the height... full of water! Must have come from the river, eh?
Steve: Dunno...someone must have pissed in it.
Vic: Say well, fucking big piss... somebody did.
Someone: Something you were doing down the ???
Vic: Trying to feed it through the ground, it's like a well. About three feet deep So I....that's right, fucking John shit himself. There was soil, it's like quicksand.... he went down there to spread the fucking soil, and he's sinking in, isn't he. He suddenly reached for the fucking fork lift and I lifted up he couldn't reach it... he was shitting himself. He was just going by the ??? at the end of the boots. He said "I'm fucking going, I'm going! Just lower the fucking forklift quick!" And he grabbed hold of it, so I had to lift it up with him hanging on the end of it. Good job he didn't let go otherwise right in the fucking mud!
Gonna write a little letter, gonna mail it to my local MP
He's a Maltese man and he's mowing the lawn my way
Roll over Vic Vella, give me more bales of hay
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, don't you mow that lawn my way Early in the morning i'm giving you a warning
Don't you step on my tractor blades
Hey ??? devil he's on the fiddle
and he ain't got nothing to lose
Roll over Vic Vella, tell the tax man the bad news
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, don't you mow that lawn my way You want to buy a truck and need a new VCR
Vic he gonna say he knows where they are
Roll over Vic Vella, I see that panda-car
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, don't you mow that lawn my way
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, don't you play those games with me
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, Roll over Vic Vella
Roll over Vic Vella, don't you play that game with me |
| Public Enema Number One
(Dickinson, Murray)
When it all comes down the line
And the lights they turn to greed
And you race off with your tyres screaming
Rolling thunder
And the people choke with poison
Children cry in fear
But you've got your fast bullet
One way ticket outta here
Fall on your knees today
And pray the world will mend its ways
Get to your feet again
Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain In the cities in the streets
There's a tension you can feel
Breaking strain is fast approaching
Guns and riots
Politicians gamble and lie to save their skins
And the press get fed the scapegoats
Public enema number one
Fall on your knees today
And pray the world will mend its ways
Get to your feet again
Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain A million network slaves
In an advertising new age
I don't need a crystal ball to sell ya
Your children have more brains
Than your drug infested remains
California dreaming as the earth dies screaming
Fall on your knees today
And pray the world will mend its ways
Get to your feet again
Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain
Fall on your knees today
And pray the world will mend its ways
Get to your feet again
Refugees from the heartbreak and the pain. Oooooooaaaah!
Yeah! |
| No Prayer For The Dying
(Harris)
Dickinson: ...it's called, it's called 'No Prayer For The Dying',
this song, thank you!
There are times when I've wondered
And times when I've lied
When my prayers they were answered
At times when I've lied
But if you asked me a question
Would I tell you truth
Now there's something to bet on
You've got nothing to lose, yeah!
When I've sat by the window
And I've gazed at the rain
With an ache in my heart
But never feeling the pain
Iif you would tell me, come on
Just what my life means
Walking a long road
Never reaching the end
Aaoooh! Ooooh!
God give me the answer to my life
God give me the answer to my prayers
God give me the answer to my life
God give me the answer to my dreams |
| I Can't See My Feelings
(Shelley, Bourge)
I can't see my feelings
Open my eyes
I can't see my feelings
Open a pair of eyes
I can't see my feelings
Keep them behind
I just keep on reeling
Running back down the line
Oh, I can't stand that screaming
Don't even try
Music fans some feelings
It'll be tell me why
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