Now everybody's dancin' down the local armory With a basement full of dynamite and live artillery Temperature keeps risin', everybody gettin' high Come the rockin' stroke of midnight
left us all stranded In downtown Birmingham Straight off bought me a through train ticket Right across Mississippi clean And I was on the midnight flyer
All I want is one to take me home From the high road to the low So many roads I know So many roads, so many roads From the land of the midnight sun
wind But there seems to be a beat, now I can feel it my feet now Listen, here it comes again There's a band out on the highway They're high steppin'
was it 'Down By The River'? Were you singing a fine old tune like 'Gone To Glory'? Laying it down with grace and power Long about the midnight hour
And left us all stranded in downtown Birmingham Right away I bought me a through train ticket Got across Mississippi clean And I was on that Midnight
magic in the midnight sun Or did you leave it back in '61? In the cadence of a young man's eyes I wouldn't dream so high
A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Ridin' on a midnight bus bound for Mexico One was headin' for vacation, one for higher education And two
a million muthafuckas So let's get high off the Fu-Gee-La When the east is in the house, like I'm Blahzay-blah When pandemonium strikes at midnight
hafodlasau'r nef Your call is heard at high noon-day A wistfull flute across the mere As herdsman's whistle far away Your call is heard at midnight
I go And keep getting closer to that light I think I might... CHORUS 2. Raindance © Vigoda/Gruber 1993 Whatcha do whatcha do with the fire Whatcha do whatcha do with the higher
ain't too high or used up I'll have her take me for a groovy little hippie ride I'm gonna fix brown rice every day And drink down a bottle of Midnight
yourself and let the sugar Lo flow (Coolie high got you wide) You need to come inside and check Lo Relax yourself and let the sugar Lo flow (Coolie high
been a long time coming so we're here to wake the dead. Shake yo! Some songs get low, we're bout to break bread! And our midnight show is not like midnight
you, Go ahead and kiss the jesus piece Cuz I just blessed you, Uhh, And holy water odds against Ye Its slaughter ever since the day I opened up that midnight
, 600 Benz up in the traffic My rims, reals girls in, it's like magic, it's drastic Tryin' to live the life that I live I rap P.I. an' stay high as I
You know man When I was a young man in high school You believe in or not I wanted to play football for the coach And all those older guys They said that
Once upon a midnight dreary, as I pondered, weak and weary Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly