There's a man on the corner Got his head in his hat He dances like a gypsy so he must be where it's at. Do the rock do the woodland rock Let it
one snare in the march of death on the left on the left, left, right, left on the left on the left, left, right, left (but it's just a march of death
Leave me alone Like a dog with a bone Like a stone that's been thrown Let me be on my own CHORUS: Let me rock Let me roll Let me rock Let me rock in
faceless crowd 'cause a cowering child just took her last breath, oAn snare in the march of death on the left, left, right, left but it's just a march
Tercüme: Masini, Marco. Masini Rocks.
: [H. Calabria-J.L. Campuzano-C. Cortes] Se les ve vagar por las calles vienen y van salen de sus tristes escuelas hacia su triste hogar hacen grupos
: Black roses laced with silver By a broken moon. Ten million stars And the wispered harmonies of leaves. We werer these. Beside a dried up fountain
: Shiny shoes, he runs to catch the train Rockets launched if he is late again Pushed and squeezed on the sardine machine To his Mr. Nine till Five
: when i was born they came to free us to heal our battle wounds with photographs of big fat mama the chocolate kings arrived to feed us full of
: Celebration You've spent a long time waiting For a perfect yesterday, Now fill your heart with celebration For that's love's way.
: Inflate you waistcoat, wind down your eyes, Tie on your best smile, check your disguise. Dryclean your old jokes, practise despair, Hide your relations
: how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs
a faceless crowd 'cause a cowering child just took her last breath, oAn snare in the march of death on the left, left, right, left but it's just a march
[H. Calabria-J.L. Campuzano-C. Cortes] Se les ve vagar por las calles vienen y van salen de sus tristes escuelas hacia su triste hogar hacen grupos
E' ritornata l'armata dell'innata presunzione, abbiam scoperto le note per fare la rivoluzione per le strade e nelle piazze di ogni citta canteremo la
Black roses laced with silver By a broken moon. Ten million stars And the wispered harmonies of leaves. We werer these. Beside a dried up fountain
Inflate you waistcoat, wind down your eyes, Tie on your best smile, check your disguise. Dryclean your old jokes, practise despair, Hide your relations
how many times, swan we got cold you uncorked your wine how far we drove drunk on a car of paper charms light drawing sun cartoons sunday fairs
