Triumph Lyrics
Triumph Lyrics
"Suitcase Blues Lyrics"
Down To Atlantis Lyrics
will you follow me to a place under the sea we drowned of love we drowned under water it will never happen as long as
will you follow me to a place under the sea we drowned of love we drowned under water it will never happen as long as
It's four in the morning,
There's not a soul around
This dirty hotel room
Has really got me down
A modern day minstrel,
They got my name in lights
I wish these days of glamour
Didn't have these lonely nights
I'm on the road to fortune
And I got the suitcase blues r
Where is my boy? Lyrics
Where is my boy? I saw you come out of a scene Maybe in some kind of dream Something that never comes Time that I take... S
eal badWhere is my boy? I saw you come out of a scene Maybe in some kind of dream Something that never comes Time that I take... S
I guess I'm makin' payments
For the dues that must be paid
I cash another song
Into this endless masquerade
Halfway through the circuit
And headed for the coast
Been gone so long
I can't remember
What I miss the most, ah, but,
Me and Johnny Walker,
Ugly Girl (Barbie Girl Parody) Lyrics
[Ken] Wanna go for a ride? [Barbie] Sure, Ken! [Ken] Well, forget it! [Barbie] I'm an ugly girl, my face
nd the comfort that he brings,[Ken] Wanna go for a ride? [Barbie] Sure, Ken! [Ken] Well, forget it! [Barbie] I'm an ugly girl, my face
Waitin' on the telephone
That never, ever rings
On the lonely road to fortune,
And I got the suitcase blues real bad
I got the blues
And I got them really bad
The suitcase blues
Are the worst I ever had
All by my lonesome
And I'm
City Hall Lyrics
All you people up there in City Hall, You're fuckin' it up for the people that's in the streets. This is a song for the people in the street
alfway 'round the bendAll you people up there in City Hall, You're fuckin' it up for the people that's in the streets. This is a song for the people in the street
I don't mind drinkin' solo
But I sure could use a friend
Me and Johnny Walker,
And the comfort that he brings,
Waitin' on the telephone
That never, ever rings
On the lonely road to fortune,
And I got the suitcase blues real bad