Тексты песни «Bombs Away»

(Lips, Reiner, Gyorffy, Hurd) Jets lift off Armed to go Sights lock on Targets below Objects marked Cue bomb bay Pull the trigger Bombs away Say your last goodbyes We're coming to your skies A reckoning this day You...

Strive to fade Savor the pain Slow down brigade Key to the valet Bombs away Soak in the day Sunshine parade Brilliant decay Can't stay calm Feel the need to be alone And i im to small To take it...

Whenever I wake up, I get this feeling That I can't wait up, this time is ticking Bombs away, bombs away Whenever I wake up, I get this feeling That I can't wait up, this time is ticking Bombs away, bombs...

Bombs away Well, I guess I'm back in love again Well, hey now, and around we go This will bring me ruin Though I suppose it's pleasing I've changed the eyes I gaze in Still, she's just another girl And I need...

(Insane) I'm comin' straight for your goods, nigga I don't want your lil' hoes I seen ya smokin' opthimals in your benz at my shows I'ma wait and be patient Your boy was flossin' on Daytons Caught him at the right time...

Bombs away, You're making it easy Shoot me now I don't wanna be here Bombs away You're making me nervous Shoot me please I don't wanna be here Oh darling I have never felt this strange Maybe things are...

Say what you will, do what you say I wish you would, 'cause you ain't okay You better ride another day, you push the issue—that's all I'll take It don't matter, you can't see You can't take it, anyway So, bombs...

(Joan Jett/Kim Fowley) Ah Cherry bomb Cherry bomb Ah Cherry bomb Ah Cherry bomb Cherry bomb Cherry bomb Cherry bomb Cherry bomb Cherry bomb Cherry...

It was a day or so ago I saw him run into the night. And on his face, more than a trace of wild fear in the eye. He was haunted by a tragic dream of people in death machines. And he did not know which side he was on,...

It was a day or so ago I saw him run into the night And on his face, more than a trace Of wild fear in the eye He was haunted by a tragic dream Of people in death machines And he did not know which side he was on And...

It was a day or so ago I saw him run into the night And on his face, more than a trace Of wild fear in the eye He was haunted by a tragic dream Of people in death machines And he did not know which side he was on And...

You've got a think about being lame You think you'll show us all your handicap is great You've got a think about being lost You think with our concern you'll find yourself And you'll never be forgotten Your family never...

Don't tell me it's all in my head You say it doesn't matter, stop making threats Tomorrow waits in hope What do they want It's already been sold It's out of your hands now So baby let it go Take control Afraid to stop...

We almost made it out until the water ran dry the tensions way to hot and it's burning us alive Attention homeland the wars right here to young to vote to broke to care so what's the difference attention everyone we...

I've got a static aesthetic Nihilistic prophetic Everything is a goddamn lie I want to go grab a shovel So I can dig up the devil So I can ask him why so I can ask him why And I think I think and therefore I am Hey...

Words and music by Stewart Copeland The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The President looks in the mirror...

Iron birds are in the sky From far away they have flied To throw the bombs on my people And kill them all or make them cripples Sorry if we're not afraid This particular nation you can't slay We shall stay here with our...

Written by stewart copeland The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The president looks in the mirror and speaks...

Written by Stewart Copeland The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The President looks in the mirror and speaks...

Written by Stewart Copeland The general scratches his belly and thinks His pay is good but his officers stink Guerilla girl, hard and sweet A military man would love to meet The President looks in the mirror and speaks...