Wasted Years
(Smith)
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas,
I'm travelling on, far and wide,
But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself,
And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else.
I close my eyes, and think of home,
Another city goes by, in the night,
Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away,
And my heart is lying there and will be til my dying day.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years. Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind,
Can't ease this pain, so easily,
When you can't find the words to say, it's hard to make it through
another day,
And it makes me wanna cry, and throw my hands up to the sky.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years.
So understand
Don't waste your time always searching for those
wasted years,
Face up... make your stand,
And realise you're living in the golden years. |
| Reach Out
(Colwell)
It's over your head
And you don't seem to understand
One word I say
And you can't live your life
Trying to run away
You're fighting your friends
You're wearing everybody out
But it never ends
You're wearing me out
Come on
Reach out, reach out
And let someone into your life Don't get me wrong
You always apologize
It's just your way
Of making a scene
You need to be loved
It's not such a crime
Come on
Reach out, reach out
And let someone into your life
Come on
Reach out, reach out
And let someone into your life Over your head
You just don't seem to understand
One word I say
And you can't live your life
You got so much love
It's burning inside
Come on
Reach out, reach out
And let someone into your life
Come on
Reach out, reach out
And let someone into your life
Reach out, reach out
And let someone into your life |
| Sheriff Of Huddersfield
(Iron Maiden)
We are on Mission from Rod
Life in a city living in L.A.
Is a long way from Huddersfield town
The back of the Rainbow's a long way from heaven
But that's where he get's his pork pie
Limos and ladies they're driving him queasy
Rugby and cricket's unknown
Baseball and football they're making him lazy
Your fan club says "Rodney come home"
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels A good game of arrows a few dozen barrels
The Nautilus rusts in the yard
But for Yorkshire he's yearning but because he's earning
He'll always live in L.A.
A custom made wallet that stays in his pocket
And never comes out to pay bills
He's winning at poker and playing the Joker
And he always cheats when he deals
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels Rodney's rap:
Hello, let me introduce meself!
My name is Rodney. I'm immensely strong.
When I were a lad, I could lift up five
navies on an end of a shovel.
The reason I never took martial arts because
I was immensely fearsome and
I'd probably kill everybody
I came into contact with it.
I was phenomenally strong.
Pride and ego, my lads, pride and ego,
is what makes the world rotate.
And everybody knows the centre of the universe is Huddersfield
but I don't live there anymore.
I live in Los Angeles.
It's great!... I think
Rufus the red has a crane by his bed
To wrench himself up in the morn'
But if you dare to tread at the foot of his bed
You'll wish you'd never been born.
A bear with a sore head we mean your forehead
He slumbers for most of the day
Wide eyed and legless baked beans for breakfast
Your problem Rodney L.A.
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
Look down on Hollywood Hills
The Sheriff of Huddersfield locked in his castle
You're our own Hot Rod on wheels |
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