Тексты песен «Rainmakers»

If you're looking for some answers Well you've come to the wrong place You might find lines, but no valentines Written all over my face I bear no grudge, I wear no frown I just come with calloused hands And I don't mean...

Well I know how to drink my whiskey and wine Know just how to keep my soul in line But what about destruction that we all face Now what do we do when it all goes to waste, can you tell me? Can you tell me how the story...

(B. Walkenhorst) On the day that I was born Cross the plain come a red dust storm First the wind, then the rain Streaks of blood down the windowpane Hole in the roof, leak on the bed Bad baptism on the baby's head Mama...

(B. Walkenhorst) On walls of caves, down halls and alleys I write my name, I leave my sign A poem of paint and bleak graffiti Something to remember me by You are my prisoner of memory A flashing flood, a cracking dam...

Take a trip with me in 1967 With Grissom, White, and Chaffee on a rocket ride to heaven A dead-end date aboard AS-204 It was American made Only the best for our boys And we were rockin' at the T-Dance Rockin' at the...

(B. Walkenhorst) This is the story of siamese twins Where one fellow stops and another one begins Joined at the head and the finger and the toe With two completely separate vascular-cardio Systems going on underneath...

(B. Walkenhorst) Who am I, I don't know, I have no idea When my friends look at me I wonder who they think they're seeing Search me, layer by layer But inside I'm afraid you'll find thin air Yeah, yes, guess again Who...

This is the lion?'s den I hope you knew that before you came in This is where the angels and the devils fight And they're choosing up sides tonight Well, I am the son of the wild, wild west And I know the earth is...

we're all growed up we're all gone wild we all been beat like a stepchild I'd help you save the world but I'm busy that day one foot on the gas and the other in the grave in spite of everything it's pretty good to be...

(B. Walkenhorst) Tattoo tattoo Some things fade some never do Like the names of me and you In my skin indigo blue Tattoo tattoo Waving boys in navy blue Whalers sailing home to you Scratched in scrimshaw tusk and tooth...

Well ever since I've walked I've heard men talk about the one that got away I've heard old men call I've seen young men crawl For the one that got away And in their darkest hours You can hear them say I'd give all I got...

I was praying last night when an angel broke the line She said "I'm gonna have to put you on hold for a time" I said "Hold like Hell, let me talk to the Boss" She said "Sorry sucker (sinner), it's the Boss's day off"...

(B. Walkenhorst) I want to grow old with her To have our children come And find us face down on the hill Listening to the hum I want to grow wise with her Truth pounded into bone The sound of lies dies like white noise...

(B. Walkenhorst) There's too many twenties, too many fives Too many numbers in front of our eyes Too many statistics that nobody reads Numbers don't lie but numbers don't bleed Who's counting when it way past plenty...

when we were youngsters me and little brother slip out the bedroom window slide down that gutter made our way through the darkness through the alleys and the shortcuts climb that ladder up the water tower we used to...

"The Wages Of Sin" by The Rainmakers from _Tornado_ --------------------------------------------------- I was praying last night when an angel broke the line She said "I'm gonna have to put you on hold for a time"...

somehwere under this moon tonight my lover is holding my shadow tight she doesn't know my face or know my name but she hears my melody all the same and we move slow dancing in her dreams we've glanced on corners we've...

dreamin' in my sleep about the people that I meet everyone that's go a ticket to ride everyone was there every one aware the angels and the devils were out on the town we rocked the house last night well we don't know...

takin' in the sights from my window seat from the Third World poor to the land of the free back at home it's tony night in Tinseltown you know it don't mean nothin' to the down and out from my window window to the...

you remind me of someone I don't know who an old familiar face maybe a lover from my wilder youth or my mother in her younger days maybe in a former life I was a serviceman and you were my wife you remind me of someone...