(Marian Gold/Frank Mertens/Bernhard Lloyd) Let's dance in style let's dance for a while Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the
Strange things happen in nighttime hours Yesterday's buds, tomorrow's flowers Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver Powerful men raise your
IF I?M YOUNG AND STUPID AT LEAST I?M DOING IT WHILE I?M YOUNG AND STUPID AND NOT WHEN ITS OUT OF STYLE IF I?M GOING NOWHERE AT LEAST I?M GOING WHEN THERE
When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag Born from a throne, older than Rome But violent prone, poor people
Uhh, check it out, uhh (I steps in where the Mo's and the hoes at baby) Fuck all that pretty shit Takin' it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (
Visions of you, visions of me Everything we wanted I wanna be frozen in time Forever in this moment How you wanna live? What you wanna feel? Don't you
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you gonna
Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best but expecting the worst Are you going to
Let's dance in style, let's dance for a while Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies Hoping for the best, but expecting the worst Are you gonna
May God bless and keep you always May your wishes all come true May you always do for others And let others do for you May you build a ladder to the
The rooms were so much colder then My father was a soldier then And times were very hard When I was young When I was young Smoked my first cigarette
Groovin' on a Sunday afternoon Really couldn't get away too soon I can't imagine anything that's better The world is ours whenever we're together There
May the good Lord be with you Down every road that you roam And may sunshine and happiness Surround you when you're far from home And may you grow to
Yeah Here, we go It's a new day But it all feels old It's a good life That's what I'm told But every day, it all just feels the same And my high school
Always see it on TV Or read it in the magazines Celebrities want sympathy All they do is piss and moan Inside the Rolling Stone Talking about how hard
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Oh, my love Please don't cry I'll wash my bloody hands and We'll start a new life I ripped out His throat And called you on the telephone To take off
When I think about my life I wonder if I will survive To live to see in twenty five or will I just fall? I call my friends, they just keep dyin' People