Тексты песен «Alarm»

Well take a look and listen to the things that I have said Well could I really tell the truth with a rifle at my head Yeah, I gunned down a president Yeah I have done a crime But now you've got to listen 'cos I'm...

Shelter, oh I've been branded I've been washed up and left for dead I've been cast out from this world I'm in exile I'm stranded on the streets Ain't got no place left to run No one wants me anymore, anymore, anymore...

"Son" said the preacher " 'or I break the news Let me take you to the heart of this promised land" Built on the green hill far away Where somebody cried Somebody died in the wind You don' have to run to the palaces of...

And now they're trying to take my life away Forever young I cannot stay Hey On every corner I can see them there They don't know my name they don't know my kind They're after you with their promises (Promises of love)...

"Yeah, yeaoh, Yeah, yeaoh, Yeah, yeaoh Sixty eight guns" And now they're trying to take my life away Forever young I cannot stay Hey On every corner I can see them there They don't know my name they don't know...

There's a fire beneath my skin There's a fever that makes me ill Got a love, a love that kills I've got twenty four hours to live Comeback, I'm begging you please Comeback, I'm down on my knees Comeback, I'm begging...

Well I find myself in reverie 'Bout what we might have had And what might have been We had something going once That was such a long, long time ago It was way back in '76 Our friendship formed of pure innocence We first...

GIVE ME LOVE GIVE ME HOPE GIVE ME STRENGTH GIVE ME SOMEONE TO LIVE FOR Who will light the fire That I need to survive Who will be the life blood Coursing through my veins Like a river flowing That will never change I...

And if you know what is the answer Why don' you tell me What does it feel like To be free What does it feel like Take a look at the punks On the run from all the ministers Collecting for the criminals And the judges...

And if you know what is the answer Why don? you tell me What does it feel like To be free What does it feel like Take a look at the punks On the run from all the ministers Collecting for the criminals And the...

I've swept the floors of all my kings I've opened doors and let the tourists in Days of wine and roses Prime ministers, red robes These days are gone I've stood on guard as my Queens were born I've cut the grass on...

You are the power and the glory You are the weakness in defeat Like the rise and fall of the British Empire You make me sick with your conceit You are, you are the weakness You are, you are, you are The sickness...

Every day I get up from off the floor I keep on coming back for more and more So many times I get it in the face I keep on running ' til my dying day Rain on the roadway, thunder in the sky The light of day disappears...

I'm a man who bites hard on the bullet of silence If only you could feel the pain I hide Know me, like I know you Still water running deep in the cavern of my soul So many roads lead nowhere Know me, like I know you...

Oh I have been out searching with the black book in my hand And I've looked between the lines that lie on the pages that I tread I met the walking dude,religious, in his wom down cowboy boots He walked liked no man on...

"Come on down & make the stand" Oh I have been out searching With the black book in my hand And I've looked between the lines that lie on the pages that I tread I met the walking dude,religious, in his wom down...

Come roll out the red carpet, Come bugler sound the horn Cause the hero is returning Gotta welcome him to his home Don? say I didn? warn you This prophecy? coming true I can hear the cavalry thundering Riding...

(Come on let's rock and roll now) In the dirty towns on the dirty streets There' a violent wind that blows Across the generations men like me Have been swept to these crossroads Blown out of house, blown out of home...

Your head on my shoulder Two months you'e been a soldier I feel so sick inside Two months you'' have been alive So no one here knows your surname No one knows from where you came The Red Cross takes you to your grave...

"This is called Third Light" Your head on my shoulder two months you'e been a soldier I feel so sick inside, two months and you? have been alive So here I stand by your graveside the steel helmet lies upon your...