Auh, I don't know what I want, I can't get no peace All I really know is, I don't need no breeze Hangin' religion around my back Be a science-fiction
In the chilly hours and minutes of uncertainty I long to be in the warm halls of your love and mine To feel you all around me To take your hand and walk
Oh, there you sit, all by yourself Everybody's dancin', they can't help themselves The music's much too strong You can't hold out long, alright So get
I often wonder how the Fillmore Shuffle Caught us both in the very same year I guess we were foolish, but so glad to do it Face down in the hallway, but
Every night before I got to sleep Find a ticket, win a lottery Scoop those pearls up from the sea Cash them in and buy you all the things you need Every
You breathe so hard, come on bother me Fill me up with ecstasy It's all about control, bein' satisfied I need some help, don't be leavin' me, you're leavin
Girl, you got this need to know what I'm all about You say there's something that you dig but can't figure out Well, you want to know what moves my soul
I lay, my cards across the table For all to see An' I swear still you are not able To lay your hand on me Behind me, I feel like somethin's movin' It
Shine on, my little star. I know what you are. Time is on your side So shine on in the night. How much longer must I wait Until I cast my shell away
I was a boy lost inside a man Somewhere, somebody must need me Look in the mirror, I see a face Oh, man, things get lonely You showed me something I
red hot red Red! Red! I want red Move over brother, move over brother Red! Red! Red! I want red Red, gimme red, gimme red, gimme red Gimme red, red,
Red voodoo style Give me that Red voodoo style Talkin' 'bout Red voodoo Red voodoo style Red voodoo Burn it on down [Incomprehensible], jalisco style Red voodoo style Red voodoo style Red
South Carolina Down in Myrtle Beach Dance to the music Twistin' to the beat Shimmy, shimmy, shake it Shimmy, shakin' coco pop An' turn me on, baby And
Out on the wire I hear you callin' So clear Yet a million miles away I start to feel it now Slips away somehow Out on the roadside I'm stopped by a daydream
{Ladies and Gentlemen, Hobos and Tramps Cross eyed mosquitoes and bowlegged ants I'm here before you to stand behind you To tell you something, I know
I'm not alone with this lie we all use I can't compete with the truth No one feels exactly like I do They just don't feel like I do Right on right, I
the list It's all wing tips and double knits, it's the pits Slip out onto the freeway, down all the gears Things were just gettin' heavy when the red
Listen up, it's party time Bring on 1999 Hit it Na na na na na, come on (Here we go) The revival rejuvenation Na na na na na, come on (Here we go) The
