…kill. A city that worships flesh. The first thing I ever heard was a wandering man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of the night The heavenly black of sky and sea It was…

…heard was a wandering Man telling his story It was you, the grass under my bare feet The campfire in the dead of the night The heavenly black of sky and sea It was us, roaming the rainy roads, combing the gilded beaches…

…DATE, A TWO LOVING FACES, WE HAD A NICE NIGHT, FULL OF DREMS NOT FIGHT. WE FELL IN LOVE IN THE FIRST SIGHT, WE WERE YOUNG AND RESTLESS AT THAT TIME, YOU WERE HANDSOME AS HELL, I WAS SHY AND LONELY AND BORN IN WELSH…

…POSITIONS, I NEVER SEEN. ITS LIKE PLAYING A 3D MOVIE, YOU CAN FEEL IT IN A NY PERSPECTIVE, IF YOU ARE WICKED. IT IS NOT ONLY A MISSIORANY STYLE, YOU CAN FIND THOUSANDS OF NEW STYLE. A NEW GENERATION LIKES TO STRECH, BE…

…a sunrise, Sunday drives and time to kill What's the point of this ol' guitar if it ain't got no strings? Or pourin' your heart into a song that you ain't gonna sing? It's a match made up in heaven, like good ol' boys…

…booz through the doors got a bottle of gin mixed with juice in my droors bouncers please, i ain't taking no cap off i brought the Rähina crew, you need to back off soon as i walk in you find your lady gone is it the…

…better go to get it from some party. If you do want to see the embassy surroundings, have a nice evening in some jugent appartment, you can come with me. there is a pleanty of food and beverages you to feed. All the fun…

…she danced my eyes began to shine There she was the maiden so divine How could I approach her with my outlook so poor Her beauty being much more than I could endure So I asked if I could sing a chanson With a language…