Слова:
Stone Roses Good Times

shine? The harder i try to paint a picture of the way it was back then The more i miss the good times, baby, let it roll again Good times baby, this is the time

to shine? The harder i try to paint a picture of the way it was back then The more i miss the good times, baby, let it roll again Good times baby, this is the time

way But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a day You could have turned guns into roses like two times today Now there's something you gotta say two times

Don't go sendin' me those three dozen roses Don't you know that just one rose will do Don't go tryin' to put diamonds on my fingers Don't you know that

Here is the shovel that dug a hole in this ground of rocks And here is the pile of stones and for each one planted God only knows, a blood rose grown

hybrid corn, complete with hidden agenda beneath the surface lurking and smirking under a crown of thorns./ The crucifixion was a hoax, a cruel joke shop poison rose

's a thousand empty stages waiting for their empty performances, A thousand empty faces waiting for their empty stances. How many times must we hear rehashed

CHORUS: Putin roses on my homeboys head stones Zoning out to the voices in my head phones In the padded room alone spillin to the rain drops drink until

slip away when we said Stop what you're doing and love me now I'm making my move come on and love me now Time... time... Time... time... time... Are we beating the time