Тексты песен «British Lions»

(John Fiddler) Thinkin' about my past, and I can't help myself Feelin' like an unwritten book sitting on the author's shelf Let the printer set the type, 'n even roll the press Writer, write your story and get me outta...

(John Fiddler/Overend Watts) Professionals. Amateurs. Step on the gas - I can't slow down now Keep on the grass - I'm movin' too fast What's it to you? - I'm livin' each day Do something new - like it'll be my last...

(John Fiddler/Overend Watts) My temperature's risin' I'm knocked off my feet I'd get a better deal right out on the street OK You look through me like I'm made outta glass You don't need a diamond to make that pass OK...

(John Fiddler) Oh authority stinks or so you think, then you walk along You just won't budge, you don't wanna judge what's right from wrong And many a man has lost his way when he's found his dough They don't think...

(John Fiddler) First met you you were lonely, pushin' your smile in my face Now I know that you're phoney, you're the human race's disgrace You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man You're a fork talking man,...

(Kim Fowley/Kerry Scott) Bobby and Sue still go to school Falling asleep and it ain't too cool Tom and Jane stuck in the rain At every concert when the bus leaves early We're just wasting time Wondering what we'll...

(John Fiddler/Morgan Fisher/Overend Watts) Think of the love that I gave you When you're living all alone I don't know how to behave with you Wish you'd bury my love like a bone And baby we can dig it out And baby we...

(john fiddler/morgan fisher/overend watts) Think of the love that I gave you When you're living all alone I don't know how to behave with you Wish you'd bury my love like a bone And baby we can dig it out And...

(John Fiddler) Made my way across the city now Me and my suitcase was in my car All the lights they were laughin' at me In the spotlight you can see the scar Our love is on the road to ruins Falling deeper and deeper...

Wild in the streets Wild in the streets Wild in the streets Wild in the streets Well, in the heat of the summer Gonna call up a plumber To turn on the steam pump To cool me off With the newspaper writers And...